Gilligan’s Bi-Land Part Three: Rich As Gilligan approached the elaborate grass home (calling it a shack just doesn’t seem fitting) of the millionaires, dapper Thurston Howell III and his lovely wife Eunice "Lovey" Wentworth Howell, he could see the face of Mr. Howell through the home’s window, which glowed brightly in the darkness. Gilligan guessed that the millionaire must be laying on his stomach on the top of a table that was about waist height. By the look on his face – closed eyes and a dreamy smile- anyone could see that he was incredibly happy and relaxed. Maybe he’s getting a massage… Gilligan thought to himself. Mr. Howell must have heard Gilligan rustling in the hot, steamy jungle outside the window, because he opened his eyes, raised his head, and called out, “Gilligan, is that you out there?” Gilligan answered, “Yes, Mr. Howell.” “Well come in, come in dear boy! You’re just what the doctor ordered!” Gilligan hurried around to the front of their home and opened the door. The candle-lit scene before him was both intensely shocking and incredibly arousing. Mr. Howell’s manly, tanned body was on a strong table, his chest and head resting on the its surface, his knees pulled up under him, forcing his rear into the air. Behind him, in a short nightshirt, his wife was forcing a large, firm banana into his eager asshole. When Gilligan entered the room, Mrs. Howell’s face beamed. “You delightful boy, you’re just in time! We love an audience, you see, and the Professor’s not available tonight.” “Yes,” Mr. Howell added, “I believe Ginger’s giving him one of her special treatments tonight. Ha ha! He’ll be lucky if he can walk tomorrow.” “She does so well with him. It’s her actor’s training, you know,” Mrs. Howell said. “And that little Marianne is such a little treat.” Mr. Howell spoke up, “Indeed she is, indeed she is. The little minx is a regular whiz at oral pleasure. Why, Lovey here, says that Marianne’s even better at it than I am! And I’ve had twice as many years to practice!” “Well it’s true, dear. No man can please a woman the way another woman can. But you’re still my one and only,” she said and plunged the fruit in even further. Her husband grunted with pleasure. When he could speak again Mr. Howell said to Gilligan, “True richness my boy, isn’t money.” “It isn’t?” Gilligan asked. “No, no, no. Of course money makes the world go around, but it’s finding another person who understands you, that’s what true richness is. Take Lovey here, why I could be a penniless pauper and I’d still consider myself rich as long as I had her.” His wife smiled and said, “That’s sweet, thank you dear. Now I think it’s time for me to spread your sphincter wide open with a truly enormous dildo.”
