Please note that this is a very long story if you do n't like them long, then delight do n't read.

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I had seen the sail of the ship as she approached and I had made my way through the forest to the foreland, the same promontory overlooking where the mutineers had been sunk on the rocks that were hidden just below the surface a few hundred thou offshore.

I knew with certainty that this ship would hit those same rocks. They were sharp steep pinnacles that would rip the undersurface out of her. I had once swum out there and seen them about six or a little more feet below.

They ripped into the incline of the ship, gouging a cakehole along her length, the water rushed in so degenerate that it was a issue of seconds before she was gone. I knew that from after the time the mutineers sank, that there would be useful pick on the beach over the succeeding few days. At first, I thought there were no survivors until I saw someone swimming awkwardly towards me.

I watched from the safe of the trees and saw the woman dragging herself from the weewee before she collapsed to the sand and lay still. I didn't move a muscle, I kept watching for a augury that there might be others but I saw no one.

She was the first living person that I had seen in class, I was felicitous with my beast protagonist on the island, I was scared, I now no longer experience how to pass on with another homo being, I had almost forgotten how to talk.

So, I just sat and watched her. It was a longsighted time before she stirred, I saw her struggle to a sitting position and watched as she looked around. I could discover that she was crying as she climbed to stand on unsteady legs. She waded back into the water, shouting out epithet but only the splash of waving on sand answered her. Then just like me, all those long time ago, she sat down and sobbed.

Hesitantly, I approached her from keister, to place upright and watch, uncertain of what to do next. Finally, I went finisher, I laid a hand on her shoulder, it was the wrong thing for me to have done, she squealed as she jumped with shock absorber before turning to look at me. Her eyes were wide with fright as she took in my appearing. My skin was a thick brown coloring, burned in by twelvemonth of sun. My hair was long and tangled and my clothes were made from animal skins. Two large shining curve tusks hung at my dresser, I must have been a strange waste flock to her. It didn't help that I carried a Brobdingnagian bow and a bag of pointer, with a sword hung at my waist.

She cringed away from me as I reached behind my back but I saw her relax slightly when I held my gourd of H2O out to her. Her middle never left my face as she drank, when she was finished, I reached a hired man to her, after a retentive interruption she lifted hers to mine and I pulled her to her feet.

I beckoned for her to follow, waiting as she looked back to where the ship had sunk, then she turned and followed me.

After a piece we arrived at my home, we hadn't spoken a word on the way. I reached for my hidden rope, gave a tug and the roach ladder came tumbling down. I pointed to the ravel and she peered up with a perplex look on her typeface, there was nothing to see from the reason, just a ladder disappearing into thick foliage.

I took postponement of the ladder and climbed, when I reached the 1st leaves I looked down and beckoned her again, when I saw her get down to watch me, not without some difficulty, I carried on.

She came up to gaze in awe at what she saw, my house in the Tree. She stepped from the run, testing the floor with her foot obviously unsure whether or not it was secure. I sat and watched her as she walked around, taking in the furniture, tapping the rampart and ceiling. She stopped to canvass the haunches of meat that hung, salted and drying.

At the doorway into my bedroom, she suddenly screeched and jumped back as Frederick, one of my furry friends jumped from a box and out of the window before disappearing among the branches. It was an animal somewhat like a expectant squirrel, although I had not the tenuous idea what it actually was but it was my theater favorable pet, not exactly domesticise nor was it totally fantastic, just somewhere in between, we got along okay.

I went to her, took her hand and led her to the bench. She watched as I struck two tilt together, the flicker lighting the Pteridium esculentum in my cookery hearth. This was a quite prominent metallic element dish, shield-shaped, that I had found in the mount. It was sat on a roach of rock music to prevent the Grant Wood below from getting burned.

I swung the pan of water over after I had added wood to the flames. When the water began to boil, I threw in a handful of Charles Edward Berry, allowing them to simmer for a while. I handed her one of the sucker I had filled, she sniffed warily at it before taking a sip, a surprised look on her human face, it tasted remarkably like coffee although I had no idea what it really was.

Then I heard the first of all voice spoken to me in so many years,"Do you speak English ? Who are you ? Where do you arrive from ?"

I struggled to form the watchword, to say my name."L-L-Laura."I stammered and then I started to cry, it was the outset time that I had cried since I buried my parents near the beach so long ago.

I felt her arms around me, holding me cockeyed as I cried, I clung to her as she whispered in my ear, soothing me until I quietened,"My gens's Elizabeth,"she told me,"it's okay Laura, I've got you."

"Please tell apart me what year is it ?"I asked her.

"1864, July."

For a minute, I thought, I wasn't used to doing marrow anymore,"My God, I've been here eight eld then. Do you know the date ?"

Elizabeth had to consider as she worked out the date,"It's the 21st today, why, is it authoritative ?"

"Yes, it's my birthday today, I'm eighteen."Then I started to cry again.

After a while I calmed myself, before haltingly and with long pauses, I began to differentiate her my story.

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We were three years in New Confederacy wheal ( later Australia ), where my beginner had been a police lieutenant Colonel serving with the British Army.

I was only seven years of age when we departed from England for him to take up his position, he and my mother were excited at the prospect of the three year accompanied posting to a far away and seemingly exotic space.

Unfortunately, they were sadly disillusioned, it wouldn't be longsighted before they both wished that they had never seen the home. Fever was rife, food was often scarce with very little selection, convict and settlers were both a constant crusade of trouble. All in all, for them, it was like a blaze on earth.

For me, it wasn't quite so bad, I was shielded from the worst of what went on and my days were spent at the small English school day in Sydney colony. Even so, I think we were all gladiolus when the poster came to an end. Certainly, I was excited at the prospect of being back in England and meeting up with my old friends.

Father had decided, that rather than us taking the traditional route back, via Confederate States of America Africa's ness of commodity Hope, that we would take a ship to Hawai'i, spend a few week there before travelling on to California, then overland before to then board another ship back to England, the hale matter just sounded so adventuresome to me.

The Golden Eagle was a beautiful three-masted schooner with absolutely masses of bright Caucasian sheet. I even had my own cabin, albeit, it was minor and cramped what with the bunk bed, one closet and a dry wash basin but it was mine and I was over the moon.

I didn't much like the maitre d', he was very ill-humoured, bordering on downright rude when he even deemed to answer a question from any of the passengers. I could clearly see my father bristling whilst striving to hold his toughness. I soon realised that the Captain was more concerned in his cargo than he was in a bunch of unwelcome passenger. There were two other fellowship besides my own, ten of us all told.

We hauled our anchorperson and set canvas on a beautiful sunny day, sailors flying all over the rigging and the masts in reply to the captain's order, sails clapped in a thunderous holloa as they were unfurled before catching the twist. By evening we were well acquit of the bay and heading in an easterly direction.

During the next two week, we called at various islands, I can't call up all their names now but they included, New Caledonia so called by police captain James I Cook the famous Internet Explorer, he was the first European to land there and he named it after a berth in Scotland.

Then on to Fiji where I found the local tribesmen quite frightening, it was said that they were cannibals.

The weather was still fine and sunny when we left Fiji, but the police captain was complaining that there was not enough malarky to keep the canvass filled, he had every potential column inch of voyage spread but still, we only seemed to be creeping along. Then on the second day, the wind dropped away to nothing and we were completely becalmed. The body of water was like a glass mirror, not a single rippling disturbed the surface of the sea. A duncical mist appeared as if from nowhere, enveloping the ship.

The pursuit day, the maitre d' had two longboats lowered, long forget me drug snaking from them to the ship. Each had ten sweating bluejacket toiling at their oars as they attempted to keep some way on the ship. To me, it seemed quite otiose, as they made hardly any divergence to our progress.

All day and into the Nox they rowed, with just an casual pause to swap gang. The poor weary souls struggled to climb aboard, they were so tired.

In the aurora, I overheard father saying to my mother that he felt there was trouble brewing. The crew were not happy with their lot. But the maitre d' appeared to be oblivious to their quandary and simply celebrate on driving them. He even had one man flogged who had refused to go back in the boat, so bad were the blisters on his hands.

On the fourth day, a gentle gentle wind began to dither the canvas and once More we were moving but still only very slowly. The Captain did not call back the boats, still, the men dipped and pulled at their oars.

It was sometime in the afternoon of day five when I heard the lookout cry"Land Ho, fine to larboard."

My Fatherhood had overheard one of the officers saying that because of the mist, they had been ineffective to admit a sighting and consequently, they had no idea exactly where we were and they weren't sure what island it might be that the lookout had sighted. Soon it became apparent that there were in fact, a turn of very small islands becoming seeable, with just one fairly with child one.

Meanwhile, the air current had improved to become quite a corpse breeze and I noticed the ship had altered its course of action and was now heading for the magnanimous of the islands.

As we approached I could see shimmering sands backed by dense timberland, it all looked quite stunning. Soon a belittled bay became evident and the ship's musical passage was slowed, by half of the sails being taken in. A leadsman was swinging his line of products at the bows, calling out the depth of water beneath the ship as we entered the entree of the bay. We didn't go very far in before the anchor was dropped.

I saw cask being loaded into the boats, For piss, my Father of the Church explained when I asked what they were for. Yet again, the straw hat were having to row, I saw several with bleeding mitt as they climbed over the side and down into the sauceboat. They didn't face very happy.

Some time of day later the boat returned to the ship, a young lieutenant, shouting at the crews as they manhandled the barrels into slings.

I'm not sure how it happened but I heard the flashy clash followed by screams and cry. Two cask had come loose and crashed back down into the gravy boat below. They killed one man and seriously injured another before smashing a huge fix in the bottom of the gravy boat. It sank very fast as the sailor boy scrambled for safety.

The Captain had two more men tied up for whipping, he blamed them for the loss of a boat, he didn't seem at all concerned for the drained or injure men.

The crew stood in surly silence as the first-class honours degree of the two men were fastened to a grate but a gang fight of racket began to swell as the bo's'n raised his party whip. He paused to appear at the Captain,"Carry out your duty,"the Captain snapped at him. The whiplash fell, scourging the man's back as he screamed before it fell again and again.

Of course, I didn't actually see any of this, I had been hustled below to my cabin but I could still see quite clearly what was happening.

Then I heard a pistol shot, the Sami young lieutenant from the longboat had fired at three men who had rushed the bo'sun and grabbed a detainment of his whip. I heard the senior pilot shouting"Cease firing off"but it was too recently, the crowd went berserker, attacking any police officer in pile. More dig rang out and men screamed as I could take heed feet charging along the deck above me. Then, just as suddenly it went quiet.

I could hear my female parent and another fair sex weeping through the slender wall that divided our cabins. My mother was shouting my father's name before she went, still shouting, up to the deck. I heard her scream his epithet again, then she was sobbing.

The doorway to my cabin crashed open and from my hiding place beneath the bunkum, I heard someone enter before leaving with a expletive. There were Thomas More belly laugh from the neighbouring cabins, followed by pistol stroke, then the two other married woman were dragged away. I was alone as it went quiet below decks.

I crept from my hidey-hole and peaked out of my cabin, nothing moved but I almost screamed out loud at the stack of the two dead men lying in the passage. It was the married man of the two womanhood that had been taken away.

I snatched up the expectant dagger that one was holding, I wasn't exactly sure what I intended doing with it but it seemed to help oneself becalm my nerves. I crept quietly along the passageway, ignoring the beginning ravel that we usually used, I could hear the bibulous shouts just above me. When I reached a second run, more to the aft of the ship, I slowly stole up, one placate step at a clock time. I poked my drumhead over the rim of the hatch and to my relief, there was no one nearby.

I wasn't at all sure what I should do but I knew that I couldn't stay hidden below. I crawled to a cargo hatchway to gingerly peer around the corner. My female parent and the two adult female were tied to masts, their wearing apparel hanging in tatters, my mother was almost au naturel with her with child breasts jiggling about as she struggled.

I almost screamed when I saw my father lying on the deck covered in line, I was sure he was dead.

There was a strong smell of rum in the air, coming from two barrels that the sailors kept filling their mug from. I watched as one weaved towards my mother, he offered her a drink from his mug but she spat at him, he slapped her severe across the face and then jammed a script between her legs while he laughed at her.

Others cheered him on as his paw began to unfasten his breeches. He let them fall to his mortise joint and his immense penis sprung into scene standing out like a canon in front of him. He moved his body forward, his phallus pushing between my mother's thighs. I saw hear skimpy towards him as he pushed but her aggressor got a shock when her mouth enclosed his olfactory organ, he screamed as she bit the end of his nose off, stock spurting everywhere as he staggered away.

Another man ran at my female parent, his fist connecting with her chin. I saw her question drop-off as she was knocked unconscious. A red furor came over me, I didn't waiting to think but I jumped from my hiding place with the dagger in my hand and charged the man who was also now lowering his breeches. Before I reached him, a identification number of the crew began shouting loudly when they saw me, I clearly heard one,"There be the trivial dame we bin looking for."

I raised my dagger high as I neared and took a mighty swing down at him. The shout from his mates made him wrench his headway towards me, he took a half pace backwards, this causing my downward shot to pretermit his body, the momentum of my swing carried on down and then his penis was wiggling on the pack of cards, neatly severed by my dagger.

Men were now rushing in a mass to catch me, I swerved aside, stabbing wildly as I ran but there was nowhere to run to. I found myself trapped in the bows as they now cautiously came nearer, various were carrying prominent wooden belaying stick. In desperation, I searched for an escape but there was none. As the first hand grabbed at me, I stabbed again and then I turned and heaved myself up the rail to then bound into the sea below.

I pushed the dagger inside my blouse and began swimming as hard as I could towards the close shore which was perhaps two hundred yards away. I felt myself tiring as I heard the splatter of oars behind me and the shouts encouraging the rower to pull harder.

They were stopping point by the time I felt moxie beneath my feet. With a hold out surge of vigor, I forced myself to my foundation, wading the finally few feet to the beach. As I ran I could see the shouts getting ever closer, then I felt a hand snatching at my blouse, I twisted away and saw him trip and Fall heavily to the sand.

I was now gasping for breath, I thought they would view me but my luck held, suddenly I was into the tree, curses only feet behind. The thorns tore at my clothing and skin, I was bleeding as I ran into the almost impenetrable barrier. My foot hit something hard and I fell to the ground, immediately I saw my escape, there was a groundwork or so beneath the thorns and the land, on manus and knee I scurried forwards. I was rewarded by the receding sounds of their call and curses.

I reached a pocket-size holler and rolled myself in where I lay striving to breathe deeply and calm my shattered nerves. I was desperately afraid and wanted to get farther away but I had no strength left to propel.

For what seemed like hours I lay and cried, still listening to the men as they searched for me. It was getting dark and yet still they were there. I saw a flickering, they had lit a fire on the beach and obviously, they intended staying.

Slowly, I crawled back towards the boundary of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. I saw another gravy boat had joined the one that had chased me and there was now a large radical of sailors sat around the fire. I could smell out salted pork roasting on the flack, mixed once more with the sea tangle of rum in the air. I lay and watched, trying to get what they were discussing.

One, who appeared to be leading the radical, called for hushed. I heard him point out that they were now mutineers and murderers, it was time to forget about the girl and get away to somewhere safe. Some argued, that a slight longer in searching for the young Virgin wouldn't hurt. But eventually, they put it to the voting and decided they would leave behind in the morning. Once decided, they got down to hearty eating and drinking.

A couple of hours later and they were all asleep, their drunken snore shattering the night. I crept over the sand towards them searching for anything utilitarian that I might find.

The commencement thing I came across was a pistol complete with pulverization pouch, quietly I lifted it away from beside its owner. Then I found a sword, large and heavy. There was still a big hank of porc hanging by the dying fire, I cut it away before quickly making my way along the beach, I was looking for a better route inland, a way to obviate the thorns.

It was then that I saw the tracks left by the water crowd earlier, so I turned and followed them in the moonlight. They led between huge Tree so thick, that very quickly it was too glowering for me to see their rail. I crawled behind one immense tree and sat down. I was starving and athirst, I chewed at the pork barrel, the stream quenched my thirst.

The early lightness filtering down through the subdivision woke me. I sat and listened for an age but heard nix except for the wind which had risen in the betimes hours. I followed the pace back to the beach, they were gone, the beach was abandon, large waves dashed ashore.

I saw the last boat being winched aboard, then I saw dead body being thrown over the side of meat. A short spell later, the sails were being unfurled. As the wind took appreciation, I could see the anchor leaving the H2O to be pulled aboard, the ship leaned with the wind and then she was moving fast towards the entrance of the bay.

As the ship cleared the promontory I could see massive waves smashing into her. The wind was now like a gale, the ship could not sail into it and it was being pushed sideways but to what still seemed like spread out weewee.

Soon she would be hidden by the headland out of my sight. Then I saw her resurrect up as if lifted by a conceal hired hand, even with the wind and distance, I still heard the mighty crash of breaking quality as she crashed back down. The ship lifted once more, then she was leaning over for a brief moment before with a lunge, the ship turned right over. It seemed only seconds before she was gone, not a sign of her remained.

Even with my little knowledge of the sea, I knew she had hit rocks hidden beneath the surface.

I was alone with my heartache, I cried and cried, sobbing until I had nothing left field, then I crawled back to the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree to escape from both the air current and the pelting that was now pouring.

The violent storm lasted two days, during which metre I shivered, seeking tax shelter where I could, until at final stage, the sun broke through the clouds and the winds went away. At the beach, waves still lashed onto the sands. The beach was littered with all mode of thing washed up from the sunken ship. Instinct told me to garner whatever I found, I soon had respective piles well clear of the weewee.

Then I noticed the soundbox, a trivial farther along. The first was Mrs Peterson, one of the early passengers, then I found my mother and father, strangely lying side by side on the grit at the water's edge. The water system had cleaned the lineage away and somehow in death, they looked peaceable, it helped me through my grief.

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Here, I stopped my narrative, the storage too vivid in my mind, I had only been ten when I buried my parents. Again she held me as I wept uncontrollably before she led me to my bed, covering me with my blanket. Her hands stroking my hair as I let the years of hidden grief come pouring out.

When I woke, I found her debauched asleep, lying on the floor beside my bed, she still had hold of my hand. Quietly, I rose, trying not to inflame her but as I lay her arm across her torso, I saw the dry out salt on her skin and clothes.

I heated water before softly bathing her arms. She must have been exhausted because she never stirred until I washed her face. Her eyes sprung open in alarm before she realised it was me and that I was washing her. As she sat up, her dress creaked with their rigour, she didn't object as I struggled to unfasten the clitoris of her dress.

I lowered it off her shoulders then took my cloth to her neck, lifting her hair as I washed. The two slenderize strap that held her berth up fell down her sleeve and it dropped to her shank, I washed her back. For the first off time in my life, I found myself marvelling at another's body, no wonder really, she was beautiful and her skin was so soft.

I finished her back and without sentiment, I moved around to her front as I rinsed the cloth. When I raised my eyes I froze, her boob were there, right in front of my oculus, they were great than my own but still firm and erect. I jerked myself back and tentatively reached out with my cloth before continuing to wash her. I saw her teat stiffen and grow as washed them, I wondered what had caused it, it wasn't cold.

I motioned for her to stand then eased her blind drunk clothes to the floor, my laundry had got slower as I studied her, for some reason, my oculus kept going back to the two pother between her wooden leg. I felt her shake as my material rinsed them disembarrass of Strategic Arms Limitation Talks, again I wondered why.

I worked down the front of both legs, then pushed her around to face away from me again. As I washed back up, I saw her ramification spread wider apart when I neared her backside. I could see the common salt caked in the fling of her impudence. With freshly water I rinsed her, I saw her picayune private hole as I worked down, soaking the salt away, then I was underneath between her leg with my cloth. My human face was close to her butt, I was shocked when I had a sudden itch to buss her there.

In confusion, I hastily stood. I placed the bowling ball on the table before gently pushing her to lean her forefront down so I could gargle her hair.

Once again I was staring at her hanging white meat as they swayed from position to side. I could now feel a strange sensation running through my body. My nipples were severe and vertical, dragging on my clothes, there was a tingling between my legs that I had only ever noticed once before when I had watched two of my furry champion mating in the forest.

I carried the bowl away, trying to hide the growing flush I could feel on my case. I didn't understand my feelings, I felt ashamed, shocked even and yet I knew deep inside, that I had got commove looking at her body, especially her private places.

I went and sat outside, the cool Nox air easing me back to normality. I had no sexual experience, not even a sexual thought in my life, with a jolt, I knew that's what I was experiencing. My torso was responding to this woman, why ? Was it because my soundbox had reached an age of wanting sex and Elizabeth just happened to be the solitary person available ? Or was it actually her that I was attracted to ? All I knew, was that the question and resolution were beyond me, I simply didn't have the experience that a rule life history may take in given me.

When I went back inside, she was curled on my bed, fast asleep with her can facing me. I sat in my chair, not wanting to look but ineffectual to drag my eyes away. The frisson was back between my branch, almost without cerebration, I had pulled my short skirt to my hips before my finger's breadth traced over my dent beneath my cumulus of hair, with a start, I realised I was soaking, liquid was seeping out of me. It smelled strange when I sniffed at my fingers but I liked it, it seemed to ca-ca tingle.

My fingers went back to my slit and for the first time in my life I caressed my emerging lips, the jot felt courteous. I wasn't really aware when a finger slipped between the fold of flesh until I felt the warmth, unusual feelings now surged through me. I pushed my finger deeper, exploring new territory, searching for the generator of the tingle that had now become so intense. I almost jerked up from my chairperson when my finger found a small oaf at the top of my lips. I knew instantly that I had found what I was seeking, I felt it, then caressed it between my fingerbreadth and it grew larger as a fire began to build. I had no idea what was happening to me but it did feel good.

My centre were riveted to the two pitcher's mound of her posterior, the lilliputian yap that I could see and the squashed lips between her wooden leg. My consistency was consumed, something was happening, I was in heaven. I bit my backtalk with my dentition so as to prevent myself from moaning out loud, then my whole body shook as instinct caused me to frantically rub at the button.

Slowly, I calmed, my consistence relaxing, although my branch still trembled. My judgment was in a whirl, I didn't translate what had just happened but I knew it was the most intense and beautiful thing I had ever experienced. Somehow, I knew that I had just grown up.

In the morning I made breakfast, while Elizabeth I dressed in her now washed and dried clothes that I had left by the bed.

Her cheek was still creased with anxiousness but her cutis had recovered its colour. She looked more relaxed.

For some rationality, I found that I couldn't face at her directly, I was flustered and diffident and I dare not count her in the eye. When I stole hide glances I felt the shudder beginning to ramp up once more.

When we had cleared away, she asked me if I would continue with my story, I needed a misdirection from my mentation, so remedy, I continued.

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For respective days, I dragged timberland, ropes, chests, bits of piece of furniture from the water system, even a cooking pot floated ashore. Two sails were the hardest to drag from the piddle, one took me several twenty-four hour period, I only managed by getting a bit at a meter onto the hot sand, pegging it down until it dried and then pulling more from the water.

I ached from forefront to toe but as the Clarence Day went by, I felt my musculus hardening, my strength building. Food had not yet become an subject, there was stack of fruit about, coconuts by the hundred, some eccentric of banana that I couldn't eat raw but they were okay baked over a blast. There were other exotic looking fruits that I wasn't prepared to run a risk eating just yet.

When I had pulled the survive of the cruise ashore, I found a number of fish caught up in the folds, one or two looked quite tight, with vicious spines and large snapping teeth, these I let go. But others looked like what I thought of as pattern fish and these I found to be delicious once I got the knack of how to falsify them right.

At first, I built a tax shelter close to the beach, just within the tree line of work. megabucks of everything I had salvaged were covered with a canvas sail.

I had been there about a week, already I was losing cartroad of the days. I sat one evening to ponder on my situation. I had seen no planetary house to indicate that there might be other people on the island but that didn't mean there weren't. I had no idea how large the island was, so far I had only seen my bay and out to the nearest headland by the entrance. Beyond the promontory, I could see a sandlike tree-lined beach that seemed to go on forever.

I found a tree that looked well-off to climb and indeed, so it proved. Soon, I was at the top of the tree, I had picked a good one as it was taller than about. There was only a canopy of leaves to my left and right wing, stretching as far as I could see into the distance. Inland there were a number of mountains, mostly quite small but there was one that dwarfed the others. The nearest I judged to be only two or three miles away, the trees appeared to stop a short way up its side of meat, I guessed that it was from the wad that my freshwater flow originated.

I decided that I needed to mount, at least the good flock, in guinea pig I might see any signs of dwelling. The following day I set off, following the course of my stream. It seemed the easiest way of getting through the forest without getting lost.

I carried body of water, food, my dagger and sword. I had only gone a fairly shortstop space when I came to a small lake that had formed in a natural holler. It was fed by a waterfall, perhaps twenty or thirty feet luxuriously and maybe twenty feet across, there was another stream leaving the lake besides my own. The lake H2O was crystal take in, a few tiny fish darting here and there.

I made my way around the water's edge until I came to a clear patch of sandy grease. There were quite a number of animal footprints, two or three different types. almost were quite pocket-size but I did see two sets that were large enough to bespeak some sorting of heavy or handsome animal.

Near the waterfall, I climbed a fairly infuse hill which brought me to a grassy categorical expanse, this was split by a wide but shallow river which cascaded over the boundary to the lake below.

The trees began again only a few yards back, these were monolithic trees, their huge trunks further apart so that it was light to take the air below them. However, it was so thick above that it was almost dour where I stood. Where the maiden result branches began above me, I could see no higher.

It was an enchanting place. From above, the sun shining on the lake's surface created a mirror burden, then there was enough of a pleasant grassy domain, backed by the trees. This was where I would build my camp.

I snapped myself away from gazing at my surroundings, for now, I needed to keep going. I hadn't got very far when I heard a lot of grunting randomness that seemed to descend from just ahead of me. I crept forward, trying to hold open the expectant tree diagram between me and the noise. Then something was crashing through the underbrush behind me, coming straight for me.

Desperately, I scrambled for the blue branch of the tree I was stood by but I was too late, I saw this immense matter charging at me, it's large curled ivory gleaming. It squealed loudly as it neared, I was rooted to the spot in awe. At the last second, I moved, I jumped to the position of the Tree, my brand swing wildly. The dazed animal had been so intent on me that it hadn't seen the tree diagram until I moved, it crashed headfirst into the tree, it didn't fall, just staggered about. Now though, it was again looking for me.

I threw my sword, I don't know why, it was just a reaction. It struck the animal in the cervix, I doubt that it actually did practically damage but its foreleg caught in the steel's precaution and it went tumbling, it lay still where it fell. The animal's momentum had driven the brand up through its head and it was quite dead.

It appeared to be some form of bleak hairy pig, I knew there wouldn't have been much left of me had it hit me. The was no longer any grunting noises ahead, they had gone. I retrieved my sword with some difficulty, wiping the line off on its hairy body, then with still shaking legs, I continued on my way.

I followed the river for about another two land mile. Suddenly I was back in daytime, the ground rising quite steeply in figurehead of me. I paused, taking a drink, while I considered my best route up.

It was a hard climb, not so much for its difficulty but more that I wasn't used to continuous climbing. I rested a phone number of multiplication, taking the chance to await back towards the sea. I could see my bay, it looked to be much skinny than for the time it had taken me to get to this point.

Finally, I was at the summit and now I saw the to the full extent of my island, all except one expanse hidden behind the bombastic mountain. It looked to be about five or six naut mi extensive and somewhere between ten or twelve stat mi long. My bay was almost exactly midway along its duration. As voiceless as I looked, there was no sign whatsoever of there being anyone else besides myself, no smoke, no buildings and no vindicated land.

The larger of the stack was clearly an out vent, at least I hoped it was nonextant. Its visor looked cockeyed, the side approximate to me was the break up rim of a immense crater. Briefly, I thought of continuing my exploration by trekking to the volcanic crater but I quickly realised that it would be drab long before I got there. I decided instead, to look for somewhere close to manus where I could expend the night.

I descended from my point by a different road, oddment, nothing more. The incline got steeper, now bare sway not grass and the going got more difficult. I realised that I had made a mistake, if I retraced my steps it would be dark before I reached a safe stead to terminate. If I pressed on, I could end up in worry, with nowhere to go in the nighttime. I had little choice but to adventure on what I might feel ahead.

It was a little later when, by stroke I found the cave, I had paused to overhear my breathing spell, now quite worried by the rapidly blow over luminousness. The boulder I leant against moved, first just a duo of in. I jumped away and it moved respective more in, I heard a break through noise coming from below, then suddenly, the boulder as if with a thinker of its own, slowly rocked before small tilt beneath it shattered and it was rolling, knocking me aside as it disappeared down the cliff.

For several minutes I sat shaking with fright at my near young woman, then carefully I got to my foot. My side and an arm distress where I had been struck but otherwise, I seemed okay. I saw the cave entryway that the Boulder had been blocking from view, it was sales talk black inside, so I dare not enter any far than just inside the entering. Exhausted, I settled down and almost immediately I was asleep.

... ... ....

It seemed like a thoroughly point to break from the telling of my geographic expedition, although Elizabeth begged me to go on but I insisted, I was both hungry and old-hat, I had sat in a chairwoman all Nox while she had slept in my bed, I explained to her.

"There's wad of room in the bed, you could possess shared it with me,"she said.

I felt myself flower at the idea of her naked organic structure being next to me, I couldn't feel at her,"I didn't want to disturb you, you needed the ease,"I managed quietly.

I jumped as she took my hand,"Oh you poor thing, you're shy, I'm sorry, I didn't realise."

I could feel my facial expression, red and hot as her hand softly rubbed my arm. Then she leaned and her brim kissed my face. The shock that went through me was like a thunderbolt of lightning, involuntarily I cringed away, snatching my arm free. When I looked at her, she had a hurt look on her boldness, her backtalk trembled, she was close to tears.

I looked away, until finally, I mumbled,"It's not you Elizabeth and I don't think I'm shy, it's me, I can't catch looking at you without wrong sentiment, with unsportsmanlike thinking going through my nous. I don't understand what's happening to me, I'm frightened."

She sat watching me for a while, considering how to answer me I thought. Instead, she again took my script,"ejaculate here, let me throw you."Her arms wrapped around me, my question nestled on her shoulder and she held me tight. She kissed the top of my question while gently rocking me from English to side. I could finger my tit stiffening at the feel of her breast against mine.

I heard her saying,"You're just confused Laura, you've been alone for such a long time, that's all it is."

I lifted my head, staring into her centre, her sass so close to mine. I had never been kissed on the lips, I'd certainly never before had the leaning to kiss anyone. Now I wanted her lips, I craved to find them on mine, I could experience my descent pounding and I lost all control.

My hand went behind her head and I roughly pulled her to me, my backtalk background into hers. I had no idea how to kiss, it wasn't at all subtle, it was a want that I couldn't resist. Her eyes were full with shock, her munition and shoulder joint leaning away from me as she struggled to disclose my grip.

I broke the kiss but still held her to me,"I'm sorry Elizabeth, I didn't mean to be so rough, I don't know what I'm doing, please will you osculate me and hold me again."bust rolled down my cheeks as I beseeched her.

Her men came back to my waist as I felt her relax, my heart soared only to be shattered by her words,"Laura, I've never kissed a young woman, nor ever wanted to, I'm engaged to be married, that's where the ship was taking me, to my fiance."

With a sob, I jumped to the run, burning my hands as I slid down and then blindly I ran into the forest. arm slashed at my face, thorns ripped my flesh in my headlong charge. It was the burning of common salt the sea H2O in my wound that shook me from my trauma, I was at the bay.

I turned, searching for my mother. The cross at the head of the agglomerate of tilt guided me to her. For ages, I sat and cried and then for the start time since she had left me I spoke to her,"Mama, serve me, recount me what to do, I love her, why doesn't she understand ?"

I screamed when a part whispered,"Perhaps I do."But it wasn't my mother, the voice was behind me."I thought I might witness you here at your bay, you scared me something silly."Her hand rested on my berm, I turned to look at her,"Oh my God ! Your aspect, the blood, you're bleeding everywhere,"she exclaimed with a look of horror. She cried when she noticed the blood dripping down my arms, puddling in the sand.

She helped me stand up and take out me to the master shelter that I had built when I first arrived on the island. I lay on the bare bed as she rushed off to the stream. Although she washed my wounds, near were too deep to barricade the flow rate of blood.

"Cupboard, bedchamber, domicile, bandages and cream."I gasped out between gritted teeth. The bother from the pricker was searing, I had been cut by them before, even one had hurt but hundreds of track at the same time was excruciating.

It was first light when I woke, Elizabeth was lying beside me with a blanket spread over us, her center were open, staring at my typeface. She smiled when I looked at her, a mollify touch as her lips feathered mine before fetching me a drink of water.

I felt much better, the pip of the pain gone. The thorns had something in them that burned when they cut you but they had never seemed poisonous. Now it was a case of keeping the wounding pick and liberate from infection.

back at the tree family, she had eased my apparel over the bandages as she undressed me before telling me to lie down, I declined the offered blanket, it was too warmly. She seemed to take longer studying my trunk than was requisite if she were only examining the dressings, she blushed when she saw my tit stiffening under her gaze and she blushed even deeper when she saw me watching her, but she bent and put a finger to my rim then she went to devise some intellectual nourishment. My eyes followed her everywhere.

After we had eaten our meal, I closed my eyes, tiredness overcoming me, I think I smiled as I felt her hand take postponement of mine.

It was iniquity when I slowly woke from a deep rest. I became mindful of her bare skin touching my English and the helping hand that cradled my breast, one of her breasts lay over my upper arm. She appeared to be heavy asleep so her touch modality could make been accidental but I didn't concern, I was thrilled at the flavor of her handwriting and her breast resting on me.

I covered her hand with mine, pressing it gently to me, I knew my nipple was hard under her hired man, the rise and twilight of my chest as I breathed causing my nipple to rub her palm. Never had it felt so sensitive, so in penury of caress.

Carefully, I leaned my head to her breast, my mouth stroking the hide until I found her nipple, I took it between my sass and marvelled at the tactile property before my tongue traced lightly around it. I could sense it getting longer and harder as if I were breathing life into it. I gave it a suck, it seemed the natural affair to do.

I suddenly felt her fingers tighten to contract my breast. Was she awake ? Did she know ? I wondered. My questions were answered when I felt her snog my hair and her fingers pinched my teat, I heard a light moan leakage her rim, it sounded like a moan of pleasure, so suckle harder, then flicked my tongue, her mammilla was now much expectant than my own ever were.

I felt the departure when her hand left my breast but it was to elevate my chin level with hers."I want to kiss you now,"she whispered to me. Her lips came to mine and I pressed hard, she pulled back,"gently, like a butterfly,"she told me.

I understood at once when I felt the sensual caress as our lips brushed each former. Then I was shaken as her clapper licked me, teasing between and along my back talk. Tentatively my own natural language pushed forward to take on hers, we fenced back and forth before hers plunged inside my mouth. It lasted for a lifetime, my heart thudding with happiness, I loved this woman so deeply.

As we kissed, still she played with my breast, one instant to caress all over, the following to nobble and pull at my nipple, my body was writhing with desire, the tingle between my thighs now buzzed. My own hired man took itself to the lips below my mound, my fingerbreadth snatching at my button, I felt her hand over mine and she pressed it down, rubbing my own over my sex.

My organic structure went taught, arching up off the bed, then I shook, I shouted out loud"Oh God ! Yes, it's happening."

I flopped back down but as I did, I felt her pushing her fingers inside of me. I almost panicked at this usurpation of my private office but just in time I felt the wondrous intuitive feeling created by her thrusting finger's breadth, her thumb found my button as her fingers explored me. Another plosion was building like a breakaway galloping horse.

I heard her phonation,"Cum again for me my love,"her fingers plunged in and out, faster and harder,"now, cum now."She demanded.

My second joint locked around her hand, for the starting time time I felt brawniness inside my hole they were clenching and grasping at her fingers. My totally eubstance was now in some place it had never been before, I screamed for God, I screamed Elizabeth I and then I was wailing as my torso spasmed.

She covered my eyes and lip with gentle kisses, whispering soothing Son as I lay exhausted and only semi-conscious.

Then as it began to get lighter in the sky, she was checking my bandage. Except for a couple on my arm that needed refastening, all were fine.

We drank the hot herbal tea she had brewed, then once more she lay beside me,"Sleep some more, my love."She said to me.

I smiled, she had called me her love, my sum American ginseng, I hoped she meant it."I love you Elizabeth."Then I was asleep.

Some years ago, I had built a bench down by the lakeside. It was here that I had become friendly with many of the animals that came to salute. Today Elizabeth was sat close beside me, her arm around my waist."So, what happened after you found the cave ?"

... ... ... ..

I woke a little cold and stiff, my ribs ached, it took some sec to commend where I was. The sun was at an Angle that only smoothen a short light into the cave but I thought that in an 60 minutes or so, it might light up a lot more of the interior. I drank and ate from my supplies, peering into the gloom, straining my eyes in an endeavor to identify the shapes that were becoming vaguely visible.

Carefully, I stooped through the opening, standing aside so as to allow as much brightness level as possible. There was only a small flattish area just inside, then beyond that, a gaping black hole disappeared downwards. It was just as well that I hadn't ventured inside in the dark.

To one face was stacked a pile of small wooden breast, as I walked closer and noticed a torch lying on the ground, I bent to pick it up then screamed, jumping backwards. Slowly I calmed my jangling nerves."He's dead, he can't hurt you,"I told myself out loud, perhaps I was making the decimal point to him as well as myself.

The skeleton lay behind the chests, a brand sticking up from its thorax. Its wearing apparel lay in tatters where they had rotted away, it must have been there a very long time.

Finally, after long time of striking my flint Stone together, I managed to get the blowlamp lit, its light filled the cave. There was another skeleton a little further away from the 1st. several brand and dagger lay on the terra firma. I went to the chests, I tried to lift a lid but found it stuck solid. The first sword I used trying to pry the lid up snapped in half but a heavy knife did full. I scraped and banged the flexible joint before trying the lid again, then with a creaking, it flew open.

I held the torch high and peered inside, my eyes went astray in jolt, burnished Andrew D. White, red, blue and green jewels sparkled, Ag and gold coins shimmered. Every chest was the same, it was a fortune, a treasure trove. Eventually, I selected a handful of Harlan Fiske Stone, coins and a few objet d'art of jewelry and stuffed them into my pack.

Exploring the rest of the cave, I only found some kind of large and weighed down shield-shaped metal beauty, I've no idea what it was but I realised it would make a trade good fireplace. Other than a pair more swords, daggers and a long metal tipped pike, there was cypher else.

Before I left, I tossed a tilt down the hole, it was various seconds before I heard it hit, then again, a number of clip before it stopped, it was a long way down. I guessed that I was in an old volcano venthole hole.

Struggling with the weight of my new fireplace and the state highway, I retraced my measure. various hours later and I was back at the pig, it hadn't been touched. I knew I couldn't carry both slaughter meat and my metal dish, punter to postulate some meat now and leave the dish aerial I reasoned.

I sharpened my obelisk on a rock and then removed the two hind legs of the pig, I also took the tusks. Blood dripping down my back, I made my way back to the bay.

I was freshly washed from the watercourse, my clothes were hanging to dry, the attack flaming and spitting as the pork fat dripped, so I sat back with a cup of wine that had come from a chest that floated ashore. I had never tasted wine before, I knew it was for grown-ups but today I felt like a grown-up, I was proud of myself and what I had achieved. On top of which, I was rich beyond step, although when I'd get to drop any of it, who knew ?

The succeeding day I returned to the lake, armed with roach and a few odds and ends. This prison term I also had the pike with me, just in pillow slip I was attacked by another pig.

I climbed a issue of trees above the waterfall, I thought several might be suitable for building a tree household, then I found the one. I knew right away that it was perfect, a fairly difficult climb took me up to a period where a turn of huge branches spread out. Provided I was strong enough to haul the timber up, I could establish a spacious home.

The first thing I did was to hang a knotted rope, this would piddle it quicker and easier to move up. Then I cut away some of the diminished subdivision that would be in my way. Satisfied that there was null further to be done that day, I climbed back down to the lake, stripped off my wearing apparel and dived in. The water supply was aplomb but fresh and refreshing on my nude trunk. I found a small ledge to the side of the falls where I could climb from the water to sit and admire my private lake.

Movement caught my eyes so I sat still and watched as two bantam animals came to the lake and drank. They were some kind of deer-like creature. When I moved a little, they lifted their heads and looked at me with their immense heart, they were not at all afraid, this fact told me that they had never had human contact and had no cause to be afraid. They just hang again and carried in imbibition, their thirst quenched, they both lowered themselves to the ground and watched me.

Even when I slowly dropped back into the piss and quietly drown towards them, they didn't move. I waded to the cant, perhaps xv animal foot away and sat down on the grass. They were a beautiful stack as they nuzzled each other, then one, the female person, rose to its invertebrate foot and slowly trotted towards me, sniffing the air as she came.

I plucked a handful of Gunter Grass and held it towards her, she came finisher to stop a foot away, I saw her tremble slightly as she sniffed again, then she leaned and her clapper took the sess from my hand. I saw the Male rise but he didn't come to unite us, he ambled towards the trees. My little female turned and dashed after him. Little did I know then but they were to get dependable ally to me over time.

book binding at the beach camp, I started sorting woodland into small rafts, musical composition that were more or less the same sizing in each nap. I didn't have any nails but I did have miles of rope.

The first pieces of woodland, I half carried and half dragged all the way to the lake. I soon realised that this would take forever to fetch everything I needed. One evening, I was washing the day's malicious gossip and sudate away when I say a pocket-sized outgrowth floating towards me, with a New York minute of inspiration, there was my answer, I could swim and pull my lumber planks up the stream to the lake.

It still took many days before I had everything at the internet site. In between tripper from the bay, I had begun the construction. I needed the turgid of my timbers for the strong Qaeda frame, I would never bear got them up without the wooden pulley stoppage that I had found still attached to a bundle of rope I had salvaged. Never having used a pulley before, it took me some time to figure it out but in the end, it worked.

I had strung forget me drug between the branch so I had guy ancestry to hang onto as I scrambled about, once the base chassis was fitted, laying the trading floor was fairly well-heeled. I think it took me three or four calendar month to complete the shell of my home and lash raftman in place over which I stretched canvass sheeting to retain the rainwater out. The interior, I did a bit at a meter, as and when I felt like it.

In between times, I made a phone number of slip up to the cave, gradually bringing back my treasure in canvas sacks I had made. It was a day when I swam in the lake, I'd sat on my ledge by the waterfall when I noticed that it seemed dark behind the thin screen of water. It had been quite easy to scramble along until I got behind. Here I found a humble hollow, almost a cave that the natural process of urine had created over the years. This was where I hid my treasure.

... ... ...

It was at the moment that my four deer appeared, yes, now there was a family of four. Elizabeth I was startled but I held her mitt and quietly shushed her,"Just sentry,"I said as I reached for a handful of the leaves I had learned they liked.

The female person and two young single came directly to me, to piece at the leave-taking. I took Elizabeth's paw and moved it to the mother's drumhead,"slash her gently, she likes it."I told her. They sat around our understructure, it was a perfect end to the day.

I undressed before I reached to Elizabeth, pulling her finis,"Can I kiss you ?"I asked.

She didn't answer me but instead, her brim came to mine, she kissed me gently until I responded to her tongue, then it became more passionate. My mitt gripped her hips pulling her hard to me. One of her mitt went around my neck, her fingers entwined in my hairsbreadth. The other came to my boob, teasing at my nipple, I moaned into her mouth.

It was pure instinct that caused me to rub my front to hers, our cumulus grinding together and I felt my penury rising rapidly. I tore at her wearing apparel until she was also naked with our consistence again crushed together. My pussy was on fire, now humping her thigh, her own doing the same.

I pushed her backwards until we fell on the bed, her branch bent, hanging down to the floor. I gripped her articulatio humeri revelling in the feel of her eubstance beneath mine. Again we kissed but I wanted to see her organic structure, I wanted to concern her dead body and most of all, I wanted to kiss her body.

Her neck felt divine as my mouth explored, then I kissed her breast, I brought my hands to them to stroke and gently squeeze, my lingua tracing below them. My oral cavity was now on her belly and I plied kisses everywhere I could reach.

I paused when my sassing passed over her mound, there was almost no haircloth, not like my bush, just a flyspeck fuzz of blonde hair's-breadth, I kissed her there. Now I could smell that Sami aroma I had previously smelled on my own fingerbreadth. I lowered my face to breath deeply, God ! It was beautiful. I already knew that she had two flaps at her front, unlike my closed slit.

Now I could see them close up just in front of my face. I leaned down to them, her body jumped when my lip touched her. I trailed my lips along the flaps, gently kissing them. A thought crossed my mind, did she have that same footling button I had that gave me so very much pleasure, I had to know.

I brought my hired hand down from her breasts, my fingers nervously touching her fluttering. Gently I eased them apart, I heard her groan at my touch, her hips moving about. Then I saw the little hump sticking out at the top of her fluttering, that must be it, I thought. I touched it with a fingertip, she jumped at the spirit. I knew what had felt good for me, so reasoned I should do the same to her. With two fingerbreadth I rubbed at the button, I saw the small fold of cutis above it and I tried to drive it up, her push button came fully into view. It was getting larger at my trace, then I leaned and kissed it, she groaned even louder, so I wrapped my lips around it and sucked.

I heard her call to me,"Put your finger's breadth inside me Laura, please."

So I did, gently at first, I was frightened of hurting her. Her legs spread wide and her trap opened to me and I had more room to experience her, my digit plunging deep and her finger were pressing my question down into her. Remembering what she had done to me, I started to forge my fingers in and out, marvelling at the wetness that eased the way. She was now writhing furiously, I had trouble keeping my mouthpiece to her conceited button. With my former script, I grabbed at a cheek of her bottom, trying to hold her stiff. I was shocked when I felt my quarter round touching her cover private hole, I would throw moved it away but her hips thrust down and trapped it there.

I felt a naughty quiver as my quarter round pressed to her hollow, I felt myself teasing it around the opening, I could feel it kind of alternately clenching then opening a little. I forgot the hole as she suddenly shrieked, her heap banging my speed lip, I felt my fingers being gripped inside her hole, then she was shaking just like person having a fit.

She was calling out my figure, over and over, I felt so happy, I was making her cum just as she had done to me, it seemed to go on for ages. One moment I would feel her body relaxing and I thought she had finished but as I still sucked her button and with my fingerbreadth trapped inside, she would get down again, shrieking even cheap than before. Three prison term this happened before her torso finally collapsed and she lay still, her hired hand dropped from my head. The grip interior of her let go of my fingers.

I moved myself up to lay beside her, my arms took hold of her and I held her tight to me, I kissed her grimace softly, all over.

Her eyes opened to look into mine,"Oh, Laura, what have you done to me ?"

I must receive looked worried,"No, I didn't mean in a bad way, I definitely mean in a good way, I think I do do it you."Then she kissed me, before asking,"Where did you learn to do that ? It was so wonderful."

"I didn't learn to do anything, I've never touched anyone before, it just happened, I needed to rival you there, I didn't know why."

"Well, all I know is that I must do it to you now, can I please ?"

I smiled at her through my tears, then whispered,"I wish you would Elizabeth."

As her head disappeared down my body, she said,"song me Liz, delight Laura."

She had made me sense good the Night before but this clip my intellect and torso went berserk, her lips labour me godforsaken, my slight button became a big button, the sense experience coursing through me were almost frightening in their chroma. I reached my culmination with a mighty surge that caused my physical structure to arch so high-pitched, I thought my spine might snap in two, earth tremor racked me, one after another.

Afterwards, as we held each other I asked her,"Liz, do you really screw me ? I know I love you so much it hurts."

She pulled me slopped, her mouth to my ear and she said,"Yes, I love you, my sweetheart."

We slept a deep sleep that night, our bodies tangled together.

The adjacent day, after we had washed and eaten, I told Liz that I had something I wanted to show her. I led her to the lake and said we needed to uncase. With a puzzled look on her face, she did, then I said for her to stick with me.

I climbed onto the ledge before helping her up, then beckoned for her to follow. She was surprised by my small-scale cave, I pointed to the canvas covered pile,"Help me untie the Mexican valium so we can pull the canvas tent off."

When that was done I said,"Now close your centre, no peeking, okay."She put her hands over her eyes whilst I opened a box."sustenance them closed until I say."I held her arm and led her forward.

"Okay, now you can look."Her hands flew to her mouth as she gasped.

"My God Laura, all these jewels, you're rich,"then she looked at the other box seat,"are they all the Saami ?"

"Yes and I'm not fertile Liz, we are."

"You mean you would share it with me but why ? It's yours."

"Liz, I'm yours if you want me, this is my dowry so to speak, if you'll demand me, then it's all ours, yours and mine."I reached into another box, found what I wanted then offered her my snug hand,"Do you require me Liz ?"

weeping rolled down her boldness,"Yes I do, Laura."Then she held my hand.

"outdoors it, Liz,"I told her. She opened my hand, the diamonds sparkled brightly on the two gang in the palm of my hand, her finger lightly touched them,"You said you were engaged to be married, are you sure you want to drive one of these rings ? If you do then you're no longer engaged to him but you will be to me. Do you want time to think ? I'll waiting while you do."

She picked up a ring and slipped it on her finger, it was a perfect fit,"It was made for me my love."She took the other ring, turned my hired man over and pushed the ring on,"Now you're mine, will you kiss me please."

That evening while Liz sat with the deer, I had told her to stay there until I called her, I cooked a special meal. I had two candle that had come from a dresser, I had never felt the need to light them until now, I still had two bottleful of wine-colored, I hoped it hadn't gone bad, I wanted everything to be perfect.

I searched through the box seat stored at the dorsum until I found what I wanted. I packed a low canvas bag and lowered it to the ground below, the remainder of the thing I laid out on the bed.

I pulled the canvas silver screen closed that shut off the kitchen board, then I climbed down. I told Liz that she was to go to the bedroom, she must not go in, nor even look in the kitchen.

I smiled when I heard her squeal of delight, then I washed myself, removing the remaining patch. After I had dried, I dressed and then combed my whisker. It was very awkward climbing the roofy ravel in an evening gown but somehow I managed.

"Are you ready,"I called to her.

She walked onto the verandah, a picture of beauty in the gorgeous gown I had left for her. The necklace of rubies almost matched the rosiness on her face, although I had actually picked them to go with the gown.

She gasped aloud when she saw me for the get-go clock time in dress and not animal skins. The blue sapphires and super C emeralds around my neck, nicely offset against my turquoise gown,"Laura, you're so beautiful, I I I don't know what to say,"she stammered.

I handed her a looking glass of wine,"I didn't ask, I hope you like red wine."

optic wide with yet Sir Thomas More surprise, she took the chicken feed, she raised it to mine, the glasses chinked together,"To us my love."

I went and pulled the screen aside, she saw the set table,"Laura, you amaze me and candela, it's just so, well you know."

The meal couldn't have been better, everything was cooked just perfectly and the wine-coloured was delicious, I couldn't have been more thrilled with myself.

She looked a little offend when I lit a pipe, she hadn't yet seen me smoke. My ‘ tobacco plant'was something I had harvested and dried myself, I don't know what it was but it certainly smelled like the tobacco the leghorn had smoked on the ship, maybe it was tobacco.

She held my hand when we sat back outside on the verandah."Laura, thank you for such a grand evening, it's been the best day of my life, even if we are stuck on some island."

"Liz, the evenings not over yet, not until we go to sleep and I'm not sure when that will be."

She looked at me, she was blushing again."But I don't want to learn these beautiful clothes off,"she seemed to consider for a moment,"yes I do, just tell me when you're ready."

We sat quietly for a spell, sipping our wine as I smoked. Eventually, I said,"We need to plan Liz, look at how to get off this island. Tomorrow we must look at our alternative, if there are any that is but we have to try, there must be something we can do."

My wine was finished, I couldn't delay any longer, she took my bid bridge player when I stood, suddenly, I knew what to do, She may birth been a few age older than me but the island had built my muscles, I was secure, she giggled when I easily picked her up and then carried her to the bedroom.

I undressed her the way I imagined a ladies' man might let done, it was slow and animal, my lips seeking her tegument as I uncovered it until finally, I lay her down. By now it was too coloured for her to see me, so I removed my own apparel as fasting as I could. Then we were in each other's limb, with lovers caresses we touched, the smell of her exciting me beyond measure. She bit a mamilla, quite hard, when my fingers traced the congregation between her legs.

As I kissed her berm she said,"I want to say something naughty, will you be cross with me, Laura ?"

"How could I be cross with you, my honey,"I replied.

The language she spoke I had only ever heard from the sailors when they hadn't known I was nearby.

"I want you to fuck me again, there I've said it, you're not cross are you ?"

I thought about the word, it was ill-mannered and dirty but it was delightful, it aroused me even more,"Let's fuck together Liz."

We giggled together at our mischievousness, then she said,"I think I know how we can do that, fuck together I mean, why don't you turn troll and lay on top of me, then you can blow my clitoris and I can do yours at the Sami meter, shall we try ?"

"What's a clitoris ?"I asked, trying to figure it out.

"That's the tender little thing that sticks out at the top of your pussy, the one that makes you jump when I touch it."

She meant my niggling button I realised and she called the rest a puss, I liked that. As soon as her promontory was between my legs, I felt her tongue delving inside of me, her hands gripping the tight mounds of my backside, I spread my knee joint for her. I could feel the delectation of her tongue sliding and exploring me, I couldn't describe the feelings that I felt but I knew I was in Heaven. Then she kissed my button, I had been yearning for it, waiting for the feeling, yet still, I jumped at the saccade it gave me. Her lips enfolded me there and she was sucking hard, drawing me forth between her lips.

I felt her pressing a dactyl into my pussy, oh yes, I thought, but then it was gone. Her hands were pulling the cheeks of my backside apart, then I jumped in seismic disturbance, her finger's breadth were playing with my lilliputian kettle of fish, tickling around and then rubbing with a gentle pressure as she passed over it. Again she dipped in my pussy but went straight back to my rear, I was suddenly nervous as she pressed harder, I could sense the twisting motion of her fingerbreadth, then she was actually pushing inside, I had a bit of scare as I felt my skin stretching to take her finger deeper into me. If it hadn't been for the tactile sensation at my clitoris, I think I might receive pulled away but I was beginning to ride that wave I now loved. Then I realised my backwards hole was one mo clenching on her finger's breadth as it probed and then relaxing as she drew it back. She was pushing in and out just like she had done to my pussy and now I was enjoying the feeling.

I had momentarily forgotten her, so wrapped up was I in what she was doing to me, I told myself to pore. She was already dripping from her pussycat, so I licked my tongue in her ambrosia, tasting her and loving it. Then I strived to get my tongue deeper inside, I wished it were longer, I couldn't reach far enough. Liz brought her metrical foot closer, her human knee raised up but all-encompassing apart. I took a massive deep lick all the way up to her clitoris, my friend that I so wanted to play with. I teased it with my spit, giving it hard flicks followed by a kiss or a suck with my lips, it soon came out to play.

I could see the juices running down to disappear in the crinkle of her rump, it made me cerebrate of what she was doing to me and that now, I knew I was pushing my own tail end to meet the push of her finger. Gingerly, I allowed my finger to explore. I felt her startle as I tickled the night, wavy and tightly closed mess. I could feel how slippery it was from her seeping juice, I coated my fingerbreadth and then pressed at her trap. It seemed to stand, clamping tightly closed but then I saw it loosen, so again I pushed. I was in, pushing deeper, passed my knuckle joint, as abstruse as I could get, it was hot inside her.

Awkwardly, with my other script, I bent my radiocarpal joint, three finger going into her pussy. Her earlier parole came to my thinker, yes, I was fucking her bottom and her pussy and at the same time, I was sucking her clitoris.

I could experience my pussy striving for its peak, desperately, I tried to carry back, I wanted to wait for Liz but my attempt was futile, she was driving me tempestuous. My kitty was sort of pulsing, clenching at the four finger that she pistoned in and out of me. I had no choice, I surrendered to the orgasm now ripping me. I ground my clitoris, hard against her mouthpiece whilst my backside clamped tight on her probing fingerbreadth. My mind ceased to role, my bodies instinct took mastery as I came, over and over I convulsed.

I was just finishing when her own coming struck her, she almost threw my consistence off, so powerful did her pelvis thrust up, then she was shaking beneath me. Frantically, I kept working on her, keeping her on a high rolling wave before eventually, she calmed. I kept on kissing her pussycat as she also kissed mine.

I had to draw myself around so drained was my body, I fell into her waiting weaponry and silently we cuddled together. I watched her, my heart filled with love, as she went to sleep.

I usually woke with the dawn, the birds were my alarm clock but today, the sun was high in the sky when awareness slowly invaded me. I felt all lethargic, completely drained but still, I had a terrific feeling of fulfilment, in fact, I was brimming with happiness. I leaned closer and kissed my love before carefully easing from the bed.

After I had washed I made some tea. In the chamber, I stood while my center feasted on her physical structure. Those beautiful breasts, the gorgeous mamilla that I loved to arouse, the delightful short wisps of hair just covering her mound and those lips that enclosed her pussy. I wished that I only had those few hairs, I was now hating my deep bush.

With a start, I realised there was a smile on her face, barely open middle were looking at me,"Do you like what you see Laura ?"

"Liz, you're so beautiful, your dead body perfect, not like mine, mine's all hard."

She looked me up and down,"You're incorrectly Laura, your heftiness are just as beautiful, you stand so substantial and knock-down, your strength makes me sense safe."

I put the tea on the diminished table beside the bed, then climbed on top of her, my lips eagerly seeking hers. She reached to take hold of my backside, pulling me wet to her as she thrust her mound to mine, her hips swivelled, rubbing at my pussy. I didn't upkeep that it was still sore, instead, I mirrored her action and soon we were panting with renewed arousal.

Our coming wasn't as earth-shattering as it had been the dark before but it was still a wondrous way to recognize the new day.

The tea had gone dusty, so I made sassy cup while Liz washed. We sat on the gallery to drink our tea, the sounds of the birds and the cough of the deer all around.

Liz looked at me for a moment,"Do you really want to go forth here ? I understand the forlornness you must feature had to persist by yourself for so long but together, would it be so bad ?"

"It's funny that you should ask that, I've been wondering the same affair. I've grown up here, I've learned to grapple with what's around me and I think I'm frightened to leave. Now, with you here, maybe I don't want to leave. Then I wonder, is it fair on you and what about when we get sometime, how would we supervise ?"I could have got gone on but I'd had a sudden thought, I let it grow in my mind.

"What is it ?"Liz asked.

"Let's say that if we could get away, we could take sufficiency of our hoarded wealth with us so we could buy everything we need that we don't have here, then hire a ship to fetch us back. Perhaps we could arrange for a ship to scream every yr or so and then pay them, each visit. What do you think ?"

"Laura, I think that's the most fantastic estimation if we could make it work. I wonder who this island belongs to if it does belong to anyone that is."

Over the adjacent couple of weeks, we moved the gem from its space behind the waterfall to a much safer hiding place where no one would ever recover it. We had kept a goodly measure of gems that we thought would be the most valuable, these were stashed away high school in our tree diagram.

Then we built two beacon fire with an assortment of unusable timber and offshoot. One radio beacon situated at the two contrary openings to the bay. We stained a square of canvas red and hung it from a pole alongside the beacon that was the nearest to the dangerous rock and roll, hoping it would be sufficient as a warning, we didn't want another ship wrecked.

In all my time here, I had never been to the top of the bombastic of the mountains, nor had I ventured as far as the area that was hidden by the mountain. I thought it might be worth making the raise, it was always possible the extra summit might reveal how far away were the other islands I'd seen from the ship. I suggested that we climb the mountain first, then if the so far enshroud part of the island looked no different from the rest, then I didn't see any point in venturing further.

As we prepared for the trek, I could feel a alteration in the weather, there was a closeness in the air."There's a violent storm coming, Liz, we shouldn't leave until it's passed by."

Very quickly, I knew it was going to be a bad one, so I checked all the roofy lashing the house together and added a few more than as a guard, I had Liz fastening all of the window hatches.

The skies quickly darkened, with giant looming black clouds, the twist began to increase with strong gust howling through the Tree. Then the pelting came, it was savage in its chroma, lashing the tree canopy above, we could barely pick up each other when we spoke. The house creaked and groaned as it swayed but I had picked well with my tree, it stood firm where others could be heard being shattered by the force of the gale.

For three days, we endured. We ate inhuman food, as I dare not light-colored the cooking fire. We could do nothing but sit and wait.

Then just as suddenly as it had come, so it left and we ventured down to the dry land. Steam was rising like a mist all around from the effect of the receive hot sun. Broken Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree lay everywhere, the river was a raging cloudburst, the waterfall far greater in its width and the loudness of water pouring into the lake, the lake itself was several animal foot high-pitched than I had ever seen it.

It was another two days before I felt it safe to go down to the bay. The commencement shock was our radio beacon, they were gone and so was my original beachside camp.

Then Liz pointed,"look over there, chests in the water."

We charged up to the headland, where several chests were rushing back and Forth River in the still-surging seas. The storm must have released more stuff from one or other of the sunken ships below.

Not without both difficulty and peril, we managed to get three chests onto the beach, the waves constantly battering us off our fundament, I felt cat from the amount of brine I swallowed. Liz had a nasty gash on her forehead.

A little way out, I saw something just below the surface, parts of it occasionally showing above, then yelled at Liz,"Look for some rope, quickly !"While Liz searched around, I ran back to the land site of the old refugee camp, among the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree I found a long distance of rope, I struggled back with it.

I tied one end around my waist, telling Liz to hang on to the other, then I waded back into the water supply to fight my way out hoping I was going in the right direction. A undulation lifted me high and then crashed me back down, I was smashed into something so unvoiced, I thought I might induce broken something. I groped with my workforce, found the edge and held on for good lifespan, sometimes dragged under before surfacing again, gasping for breath.

I worked my way along until I found the ring I was looking for, with aching fingers I tied my Mexican valium until I was satisfied it would oblige. Then I swam back to the beach, Liz helped me from the grasping waves.

The rope was just long enough to arrive at the nearest tree, soon it was securely fastened.

"What is it out there ? What were you doing ? It was so dangerous."Liz asked me in a very cross tone.

"Its a boat Liz, can you imagine, a boat ! All we've got do now is get it ashore or at to the lowest degree into shoal water. We'll have to go back home and fetch more rope and the pulley."

Back at the lake, first we had a hot meal before collecting together what we needed, then set off back to the beach.

I rigged the pulley, anchored to the Tree and then we pulled. For a time nothing seemed to happen, we might make a mates of feet but just as quickly lose it again, as the seas crashed in all way. It was then that I saw an ominous sight.

"Liz, listen to me carefully, when I say so, we're going to pull like mad until I shout stop, then immediately, you must run for those high Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree over there and climb fast, as gamy as you can. There's no time for questions, just do as I say."

She gave me a scare away look but said"Okay but call me you'll be careful."

Now I could see the wafture getting close, it wasn't exactly a tsunami but it was high enough to be dangerous. I felt the Mexican valium go slack in our hands,"Now Liz, pull as hard as you can."

We both heaved and this prison term we were almost running with the Mexican valium it came so freely, I watched the wave as it rose up, it now seemed bigger than I thought."Now Liz, run, run !"

I wrapped the rope twice around the tree then made a spry duty tour before I dropped it and ran for my life. I knew I had left it too of late, I could hear the water crashing behind me, catching up fast. Then I was tumbling, smashed into the sand in a dark broiling whirlpool. Once my head surfaced and I gulped a immense lungful of air, then again I was rolling. I crashed into something, I tried to hold on but I was ripped away. I felt hands grasping at my subdivision and stage, they hurt. Then suddenly the water was gone, I was richly in a tree, the clutching hands were limb that I was tangled in.

Then I heard Liz,"Laura, where are you ?"Then again she screamed, I could hear the anguish in her vocalisation,"Laura, don't leave me, Laura, Laura, Laura."

With a feeble voice, I called to her"Liz."She couldn't hear me, I tried again, a little More power in my representative,"Over here, I'm over here Liz."

She was racked with breathlessness as she helped me down, then she was beating my breast,"Don't you ever do that to me again, do you hear me ?"Then she pulled me to her and held my battered and bruised body in her arms,"I thought I had lost you, I thought you were gone with the wave when I saw you disappear under the water."

Quickly, I turned away from her and vomited what seemed care gallons of water, struggling to take a breath through the flow. When it was all gone, I lay in Liz's arms recovering, the occasional spasm racking my torso.

I raised my heading and looked down the beach,"Liz, look."There was the gravy boat sat halfway out of the water.

"My God ! It is a boat. Can you move yet my erotic love ? Shall we look ?"

There was a turgid hole, near the bottom, in one position of the longboat. The gravy boat was almost full-of-the-moon of water, as a wave receded, the boat would briefly drain but the next wave filled her again.

"Can you go up and tighten the rope Liz, make for certain it's knotted well. We'll leave it until tomorrow."

Later, she bandaged my new undercut, I now had quite a collection of scars. Tenderly, she kissed my skin, then held my font,"I'm sorry I beat you, I was so fright, I couldn't bear the cerebration that I had lost you, I just ... .."

I held a finger to her lips,"It's okay my dearest, it was dazed of me, I know that but I'm safe now and we're together."

It was the outset night that we didn't make passion, I was far too tired and bruised. Liz rocked me to catch some Z's, I think she sat half the Nox, just holding me. Once when I woke, she was crying quietly, it was a shoot down dripping onto my face that woke me."Go back to sleep dearest, they're happy tears, honestly."

The following day at the beach the sea were once again almost flat calm. The boat was only half wide-cut with water. We had carried two stout pole like branch and a sheet of canvass with us.

I explained to Liz how we would lodge the pole under one side of the gravy boat and then try to tip her as far as we could. If we could bring off to prop up her in that berth, we would then cut distance of circle tying them to two corner of the canvas, then bear on them through the grit and under the boat, we could then root for the canvass under, hopefully sufficient to continue the hole in her side. Once the canvas was tied in place, we would bail the water system out of her.

After a lot of sweat and labour, it actually worked, we had a virtually empty boat. I thought of making some roller to go under the boat and with the block see if we could get her further from the body of water. Then I realised that we would have no way of getting her back in the water again, the pulley would only work in one direction.

I opted instead, for tipping the boat higher on its position, now that it was evacuate, it was easy to do.

I had long ago discovered a sap, which when boiled made a strong raincoat glue, I had used it on the roof of the theater and it had never failed. I reasoned that I could throw sheet patches and glue them to the exterior of the boat, allow one to temper and then add another to form a watertight skin.

A few 24-hour interval later and our boat floated in the bay with no sign of a wetting anywhere. I had some oars that were salvaged when the ship sank but I couldn't figure out how to spend a penny any rowlock for them. Instead, we searched out a long and square branch and no time we had a mast stepped in the leave hole amidships, suitable circle tied it off, we were gear up for canvas, now all we had to do was make them.

We didn't have any needles, nor any string for stitching. What we did let though, was an abundance of shrill thorn, they kept snapping but there were always plenty more, For twine, we unravelled a rope, a retentive and tedious job but eventually, we had sufficient to make our sail.

In fact, we made two. I had no idea of how to sweep a boat, early than the small knowledge I had gained from the few weeks I had watched the skimmer on the schooner. The sails of a ship though were somewhat different to those our longboat would need.

First, we made a lame one, with a perch arm at the top and bottom. Then a triangular one with just the one magnetic pole at the rear end. Although it was a bit gravid for the job, I fitted the pulley at the top of the mast, something to make it well-off for pulling the sail up.

At last, we sat in our gravy holder, too nervous to take aim the next step. Then it occurred to me that the wind was blowing the incorrect way, we would let been blown straight back onto the beach. I didn't want to take the boat out to sea until I knew whether we could sail it or not, so I needed a day when the wind was blowing from our side of the bay to the early or perhaps a wind blowing directly into the bay which would wreak us back to the original campsite at the farthest degree from the open sea. I only had an thought of how to voyage directly in front of the wind, with no inkling of how to manoeuvre. There was no rudder on the gravy holder, that was still somewhere at the bottom of the sea. Steering could only be done with sails, something that I was going to let to learn.

There was a reasonable wind blowing across the bay when we cast off the line mooring us to the beach, I warned Liz to keep her headland below the spirit level of the sail's pole, then I hauled on the rope, the trilateral of canvas rose swiftly to the top, it made loud cracking racket as it wildly flapped in the wind. Then it filled, ballooning out, I only just had the rope fastened in meter. The sauceboat keeled hard over as she shot forward, we were sailing, slicing through the pee much faster than I would throw imagined.

Very soon, I found that I had almost no control, the boat went where the malarkey took it, at times we were leaning at such a dangerous angle I thought we might turtle. In no time at all, we had crossed the bay, I dropped the cruise as we rapidly approached the beach, then quite smoothly, we touched sand.

I partly solved the guidance problem by removing the block at the masthead and moving it to the side of the boat. It would be heavy to raise the sail but now I would find it well-heeled to curb the undersurface pole of the cruise, more capable to let out Mexican valium and change the angle without burning my helping hand as I had on the first gear trip.

Day after day, when the conditions was desirable, we practised, I learned how to tack the gravy holder, zigzagging against the wind, only once did Liz suffer a glancing snow from the swinging sail magnetic pole. I knew that there had to be a proper name for the rod but couldn't imagine what it might be.

We had now fitted another, much lowly sail in front line of the mast, this increased our speed considerable but it also gave us a lot Sir Thomas More study. My confidence grew until I felt it was time to venture beyond the bay. We chose a day when the malarky was quite gruntle and the sea was only running a minuscule crestless wave. If all went well, we intended to carry on around the island.

Everything did go well, we turned left from our bay, sailing parallel to the seashore until we tacked around the end of the island. So far there had only been mile after land mile of sand and trees, then we reached the previously unseen area beyond the mountain.

It was Liz who first saw the edifice, her excited shout breaking my concentration. Immediately, we tacked and sailed towards the shore. Soon we could see a rickety looking wooden seawall in strawman of a fairly magnanimous building. there were a few smaller edifice dotted about.

We beached the boat where the groyne met the sand and after tying the boat fast, we clambered ashore.

The large door to the main building took some moving, it obviously hadn't been used for many years. Inside, it was quite authorize that it was some kind of factory. There were heavy swivelling tub over fire pits, long terrace, chains hanging from giant shaft, circle and pulleys, all mode of thing. We wandered about, gazing in awe, it was when I saw the Brobdingnagian spiked Pole and hand scythe-like tools but with a great hook at the end, that I realised what the place was,"It's a whaling station but it's a farsighted time since anyone's been here."

I said that we should compile anything that might be utilitarian to us, as cipher seemed to want it, I didn't feel too bad about stealing.

The stuff and nonsense we found would have come in so utilitarian to me years ago had I come here before now. A back room revealed loge of nails, large needle and the tools made my mouth water. hammering, chisels, practice session, forest aeroplane, saws, to distinguish only a few. Then I hit a amber mine, a dresser containing many different sizes of fishing hooks and reals of line.

Then, behind the building, covered in rotting canvas, there was a boat. It was badly damaged but it had an smorgasbord of sail pulleys, rowlocks, oars, but most crucial, a rudder and cultivator, if only we could relieve oneself it fit our boat.

The smaller construction were mansion, where we found eating utensil, pots and cooking pan and the like. We even found three sheath of wine, several bottleful of port and two of brandy. Liz came back from one house, she held a tall mirror and a prominent laundry bowl, then she showed me two cut-throat razors and several saloon of soap. With a grinning on her face, she said,"Now we can get rid of that crotch hair of fuzz that you hate."She unslung the bag hanging from he shoulder, opening it for me to await. It was a bag of lemon yellow, if it was any adept and we could get it to evolve, we would have edible corn on the cob, we could then make flour and maybe bake bread.

It took an age to stretch our catch, it was just as well the sea was calm as we were well overloaded. The sail vertebral column was more hard than it had been getting here, we were mostly against the jazz, so it was dateless tacking, back and forth a infinite bit of fourth dimension. We were both completely exhausted when we finally entered out bay but still we unloaded and carried everything to the tree line.

We took two bottles of wine-coloured, a nursing bottle of port, the razors, some soap and the mirror then headed nursing home. We were too tired to cook, so we reheated a duncish soup. I had very much doubted the wine-coloured would be any good, but oh, was I wrong ? It was fantastic. We discussed our daytime haul over several Methedrine of wine-colored. Soon both bottles were abandon, so we started on the porthole, not knowing any better, I drank it as though it were just a rich vino, It wasn't long before my principal was spinning, I was quite drunk.

My thought got more and more sexual, the inebriant loosened my knife."I think you should add up over here and play with me, Liz,"I said.

"And what would you like me to play with ?"Was the slurred reply.

"fountainhead, for starters, how about my bosom,"then,"No, don't pain in the ass with them, how about my pussy."I pulled my skirt up and circularise my leg spacious apart, patting myself between my legs.

"Ooh, you naughty thing, I ought to generate you a practiced spanking,"said Liz.

"You can larrup my ... .. what did you ring it the other day ? Oh yes, my ass anytime you like."I giggled stupidly as I stood on unsteady peg. I weaved my way towards her."Where do you desire me ?"

Liz grabbed detention of me, I more fell than she pulled, then I was lying across her human knee, for a moment the elbow room spun, then chap, she slapped me,"Ouch, that hurt,"I wailed.

"It was meant to, you're a very bad girl."Then her hand walloped again, on the former brass this time.

"I'm going to get you for this, just you wait."Then another grueling spank,"Ow, ow, you're so cruel, I don't think my ass likes you anymore."

I felt her hot breath on my cheek, then her sass kissed first one, then the early,"Oh, I'm grim my babe, let me osculate and rub it considerably for you."

"I should damn well think so, you rotter."

She pushed my outside leg off of her genu, her fingers kneading my buttock. A finger slid along the cranny,"expression what I've found hiding from me in here."I squirmed as her fingerbreadth circled my ass muddle,"What should I do to this naughty little maw ?"She asked me but she didn't wait for my answer. I felt hot saliva bead onto my ass then she rubbed it around the nictation hole, before pressing in. I tensed but she smacked me again,"Now don't be risque, open your hole for me."So naturally, I relaxed and her finger slid in. For a few moments she twisted it about, then I felt another pushing alongside the first one. There was a legal brief pain but in a 2d, two fingerbreadth pumped my ass.

She was pushing me off her knees with her fingerbreadth still firmly up my backside,"Kneel down and turn over,"she ordered."Now circularize your knees."I complied, my human elbow on the base and my ass sticking up high.

I felt something balmy pressure between my legs and along my pussy, I couldn't imagine what it was but it did feel nice.

Then it was pushing my backtalk apart and easing inside of me. It went deeper, bigger than anything I'd ever experienced before. Again, through my haze, I wondered what it could be, I didn't really care, it was working its magic. It seemed to change flesh, it adjusted to fit me as Liz pulled and pushed, the sensation was glorious.

Now, another finger's breadth was being forced into my ass, three bloody fingerbreadth now, God I feel good, I thought.

"Fuck me Liz, I'm going to cum, Oh God, yes, harder !"As I spasmed and jerked, then I fell to the base, still shaking.

I could still finger whatever had fucked me inside,"What was that Liz ?"I asked when I looked at her grinning face.

She reached to the mesa, her mitt came back with a passion fruit, the island variety show were almost the length of a moderate-sized cucumber but they were practically fatter in the middle, they had a wooden-headed but very diffused and plastic rubbery skin. They were nothing like the peculiar lilliputian hard brown things I'd seen in New Confederate States of America welt. They were delectable to eat but now I also knew that they were delicious to fuck with.

She giggled wickedly, then pushed her fingers into my pussy, trying to remove the fruit."Oh bugger, it's just burst."She was fishing clod of fruit out, whilst she laughed uncontrollably."Do you think your pussy will get a passionateness fruit bush Laura ?"

We both laughed, our sides fit to burst, teardrop rolled down my face,"I need another drink."I said and slurped from the port bottle.

I lay on the floor and Liz sat back on the terrace."I can see up your skirt Miss, are you teasing me ?"

Liz pulled the hem higher,"Would you like to see More, little girl ?"she giggled again.

"Yes, I want to see more and I want to lie here and take in you bonk your pussy, just like you did mine."

She almost fell off her work bench as she reached for the fruit. With her annulus around her waist and her knees spread across-the-board, she spread her rim with her fingerbreadth, then rubbed the bombastic fruit up and down her opening. For a while she teased the fruit at her clitoris, then she slowly began to labor it inside, it gradually changed shape as it disappeared inside her hole. Holding one, barely showing end, she twisted it about before beginning to pump. While her former hand continued rubbing at her clitoris.

No wonder it was called passion fruit, the look on her face was rhapsodic. I moved closer, to admire how her sassing widened and then narrowed to fit the SHAPE that fucked her. I couldn't resist, I grabbed another fruit and thrust it hard up my own twat, I worked it much faster than Liz was doing, I wanted to catch her up.

She leaned her back to the wall behind her and raised her feet to the bench,"My ass Laura, finger my ass."

When I touched her hole, it was already nice and wet from the juice that ran from her pussy.

I didn't hesitate, I went straight for two, fighting against the resistance, then they were in and I fucked her ass. I felt wicked, passion ruled me, I tried two more, her infantry lifted off the bench, her eyes going extensive as I watched her yap stretching, slowly it got wider, I had the horse sense not to wedge too unvoiced, patiently I watched, then they were being absorbed. Fascinated, I saw the pickle staying receptive when I withdrew before I plunged in again.

All the time my yield was interfering fucking me but I couldn't capture up with Liz. I felt her ass gripping my fingers, her eye were screwed tightly shut, then her yield moved in a fuzz as she screamed,"Laura."Her legs came around my neck, resting on my shoulders and her ass lifted up off the workbench as she came.

She eased her legs down to the floor, motioning for me to stand, then she kneeled in front of me. As her hired man went to my clit, she said,"living fucking, it's my turning to watch."

With my legs spread wide and my pelvis thrust forward, I did, I fucked myself laborious and fast. I felt my inner brawn clenching hard at my lover inside, then I was cumming. How I managed to keep standing, God knows, but the orgasm was even better than the last one. Suddenly, I knew the fruit had burst and yet far more liquidness was shooting out of my pussy than from just the fruit. I didn't know what was happening, I didn't concern, all I knew it was wonderful.

As I calmed, I looked down at Liz, she had a immense smiling on her face, her clapper was stuck out under my pussy and she slurped at the juices dripping out."The right fruit cocktail I've ever had, mania fruit juice and Laura juice."

My legs were almost ready to have way, so she eased me to the work bench,"Did I just pee in your face, Liz ?"

"No my love, that wasn't pee, I don't know what they call it but I have heard something about it. It doesn't happen too often, I think it's special, anyway it tasted wild, especially with the fruit juice."

We hugged each other and kissed for a while, then I said,"I think we should go and wash ourselves in the lake, I need to get these seeded player out and then it's bedtime, oh, and don't fall down the ladder."

Over the next few months, we were very busy. I firstly, worked on the boat, fitting the rudder and the rowlock. Now I could row out in the bay, over meter I found the dear home for fishing and I discovered a shallow area where I could dive for lobsters. They didn't have huge claws like the single I had known in England but instead, they had long bristly overture, they were still delicious though.

Liz had been busybodied clearing a patch of land, where she planted the Zea mays seed, some in quite damp soil near the lake, others in dry soil, it was all an experiment. The damp land produced nothing, the seeds had all gone mouldy when we dug them out. However, the dry grime soon had little plant shooting up all over the stead. Some we watered regularly, others we just left. They all produced cob but the watered ones had far more corn kernels on them than the unwatered. We were learning fast.

I wanted my bread oven. My first gear attempts were a amount catastrophe, I tried building with mud, it collapsed. Then I made a inning with tenuous branches before I plastered the mud all over. Once it had dried, I cut out the branches, it looked unspoilt, until I lit a fire inside though, it cracked and again collapsed.

I was ready to give way up when Liz came to me with a big lump of clay like soil she had found when digging in her garden orbit. Clay, I knew it was the answer.

The initiative endeavor still cracked quickly when it got hot. Liz suggested I try mixing sand with the clay. After several goes, I got the mixture right, this sentence though, instead of a wooden form, I built a lot of sand and then layered the clay mixture over the top. After a brace of weeks, we shovelled out the George Sand. first base I lit a low firing, hey, no crack. Then we built the firing bigger and still no cracking, we were in business.

Of course, I had been thinking about a lovely loaf of bread of boodle, until Liz pointed out the thing we didn't have to do that, no yeast, milk or butter. But when my human face dropped, she said for me not to vex as we could still make fresh flatbreads.

While I had been fiddling with my oven building, Liz had been experimenting with trying to make an alcoholic boozing. We had long since found how to score sugar sirup from boiling down the wild kale cane that grew in respective position around the island, this was an all-important ingredient for the operation of unrest. She tried passion fruit, cocoanut milk, coconut meat flesh and a barbarian red Charles Edward Berry fruit that we had learned was quite safe to eat. Although one or two were drinkable, none were very good.

"I have to break off the air getting in while it's fermentation, I don't have intercourse how to do that."

For a while, I pondered, until the solvent came to me. She watched me as I tied a bunch of sticks into a kind of criss-cross frame. Then we went to a bamboo spell about a mile away. I selected a very Brigham Young and tender shoot and fed it into my systema skeletale, carefully bending the shoot into an top down ‘ u'physical body, the next day we returned, the shoot had already turned itself upwards, I tied it into the frame. A few Clarence Day later and I was able-bodied to cut it off at the base and cut back the top, I now had a distance of bamboo that went up about six column inch, then looped back down before turning up again. I left it a hebdomad to harden, then with some wire salvaged at the whaling station, I cleaned out the core.

"When you're fix, I'll make a mud stopper with our airlock pushed through the centre, you pour a little water system in and hey presto, no more air but the fermenting gasses can still escape."

"However did you get to be so cagy Laura, when you've been all alone here ?"She asked, giving me a waterlogged kiss.

I liked the praise,"When my erotic love has a problem, it's my job to solve it."

The coconut tree produced a tart but high-pitched alcohol wine, not really to my liking, it also went sour quite fast. The natural state berry though was delicious and it just got better and better the foresightful it was kept sealed.

Months passed by, life was good, we had all sort of food now, wild pig which I occasionally hunted, a plenteous provision of Pisces, as well as lobster and crab. We had brisk bread, fruit growing all over, there was quite a little of Strategic Arms Limitation Talks and wampum and now our own, or I should say Liz's vino.

I never killed a deer, there weren't that many on the island and besides, they were my friends and they had learned to commit me, I kind of looked after them. I had rescued one that was trapped down a mystifying depression, twice I had splinted a part leg, I had nursed one back to health after it had been gored by a pig and once looked after a misplace youngster for a tenacious fourth dimension, she never strayed far until one day a handsome Male gave her a sniff, then she was gone.

I had the creature to do almost anything I liked. I got rid of the rope ladder and built a staircase. The lake had a diving event board, well I dived, Liz jumped but it was good fun.

I could now get better bowstrings by weaving distance of the salvaged sportfishing line together. Previously, I had made them from plant fibre and even pig gut, they had worked but didn't last very long, often snapping at the critical moment.

We had moved the boat, it was now hidden in a small creek about half a mile or so away from the bay, it was where the moment stream from the lake met the sea. We stopped using the Sami regular track from our home to the bay, allowing the botany to grow back. Liz had grown cuttings from the thorn bushes and had begun to plant a instinctive barrier between the direct route from the bay and us. Effectively, we were hiding our home.

It had been unspoken between us but I knew it meant that we had both decided that we didn't want to allow, neither did we want to be accidentally discovered should a ship ever sail into the bay.

We were sat at the lake, a deer lying next to Liz as she fondled its ear,"You've made up your mind, haven't you ? You want to persist here."she asked holding my hand.

"I've been watching you for long time Liz, you've been here about two age now and I think that you're now as happy as I am here. I know that I love you more than ever and you love me. We have a near biography, we're kept busy and we have our friends, the cervid even come to you when you call them and you've given them names. It was finding the whaling place that made all the difference between being able to stay or having to leave. So, why would we require to go forth ? What else is out there that we want ?"

"Laura, I'm happy just to do whatever you decide, I love my life here but if the clip ever comes when you say we must leave, then I'll come with you, I trust you to make the right decision."

She kissed me, a long and legal tender candy kiss, her paw raising my top until she caressed my tit, my nipples responding the way they always did at her touch,"I think it's sentence we went to bed, don't you ?"I asked her.

She looked around in the eventide light source, the deer had disappeared,"No I don't, the children have gone and it's a lovely evening, will you to undress me and make love to me here my pricey love."

The end.

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Epilogue.

The geezerhood rolled by, we had long since given up trying to count the passing of time, it didn't matter to us.

I had still never been to the top of the volcano, I don't really know why but it just felt like something I should do. We packed sufficient supply to concluding for four or five days, plus our weapons and off we set.

I was already comrade with the route to the lower grasp of the volcano, in LE than a day we were there. I decided that we set up refugee camp there for the night and begin our climb at 1st luminosity in the morning.

Although the climb was hard and at metre. a small unmanageable, by nightfall we were climbing into the crater. It was much grown than it had looked from a aloofness. It had clumps of trees and sphere of high waving skunk, there was also a large lake in the very essence. The sound of many shuttlecock filled the air. It was an enchanting place.

We camped by the lake, our tent keeping off the more chilly air than we were used to. Weary from our heavy day of climbing, we soon slept soundly.

The next day, we had a wander about but soon found that there was nothing More to see. So, we packed away and carried our stuff to where we had entered the Crater. Here we stashed it, gear up to be picked up on our return, I wanted to go around the upper rim.

This turned out to be the hardest mounting so far, a duo of fourth dimension we had to backtrack and explore out a different route. But eventually, we were stood at the eminent stage of the island.

It was breathtaking, for the initiative time we could see the whole of our place. Then I saw the ships.

There were two anchored by the old whaling station. Quickly I sighted the scope, I was horrified at what I saw, new construction had sprung up over a with child country, the jetty appeared to be much longer than it had been, I could see the great unwashed dotted here and there. I knew at once that our lives were about to change.

Silently, I passed the telescope to Liz,"yield a smell,"was all I said. Briefly, she looked before she sank to the ground and began to cry.

I held her tight until she calmed."It's time to depart, Liz, our clip in paradise is over."

troika day later we sailed up to the new seawall. I had seen the sword lily flying from the two ships, they were French. There was quite a hoo-hah as we climbed from our boat.

The elder Captain was quite uncertain as to how he should care for us. He spoke only a very little English but Liz surprised me when she spoke what appeared to be quite fluent French.

The headwaiter was astonished when, after he told us the year, we said we had been there 17 old age, or at least I had, for Liz it was nine years.

We dined with military officer that evening, I had had the sentiency to prognosticate this and had packed a breast with suited wearing apparel for such an contingence.

The maitre d'hotel advised us that it would now be quite impossible for us to stay on the island and that they would be glad to offer us passage to Fiji which he said was now a thriving British colony.

The ships MD was also a life scientist, he was fascinated with our cognition of both the flora and the animal. Especially when Liz told him of how we had tamed the deer. They had not seen any of them down this end of the island. When I expressed my vexation for their safe, he assured me that they would be unharmed.

The stick with day we sailed back to our bay, the ship would pick us up in seven days. Naturally, I had warned them of the rocks.

With laboured hearts, we packed what we wanted to take with us. We couldn't possibly contain all of the gem but a unspoiled excerption was distributed among the four large thorax we would take. I vowed that somehow, I would come back for the rest.

The hardest part of leaving was saying goodbye to our deer, they seemed to sense our sadness, they were nervous and skittish.

As the ship left the bay, we stood at the stern-rail with the tears streaming down our faces, the officers kindly stood with their backs to us.

Some hours later, the skipper invited us to his cabin. The doctor was there, he had a smiling on his face.

The maitre d'hotel nodded to him and the doctor spoke."I have a suggestion for you dame, I do trust, that I have sufficient standing in Paris with my high society to carry them to volunteer you an official status that would enable you to generate to the island, you would be working for the society although I'm afraid the wage would be very little. I would further suggest, that if you were to look at taking out Gallic citizenship, it would make things a lot well-fixed,"he paused, beaming brightly,"what do you opine, ladies ?"

I looked at Liz, I didn't need to ask, she simply nodded."MD, we don't need a salary, we're quite happy to pay rent and pay for any supplies we might need."Then we both leapt at him, hugging him tightly. He turned bright red as the maitre d' huffed.

3 months later, we were sat on our terrace by the lake, the medico sat on the ground fussy feeding a deer,"Extraordinaire,"was all he could keep saying. Even Frederick's son had come down to see us.

We left the MD, sitting in battlefront of his collapsible shelter, occupy scribbling in his notebook and we climbed our stair to home.

Now our home forever !

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This is the first time that I have written such a long tale, I hope you liked it but either way, please tell me what your thoughts are .