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I had seen the canvas of the ship as she approached and I had made my way through the forest to the headland, the same head overlooking where the mutineers had been sunk on the Rock that were hidden just below the surface a few hundred cubic yard offshore.

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

They ripped into the side of the ship, gouging a hole along her length, the water rushed in so fast that it was a thing of bit before she was gone. I knew that from after the time the mutineers sank, that there would be useful taking on the beach over the following few days. At first, I thought there were no survivors until I saw somebody swimming awkwardly towards me.

I watched from the condom of the tree diagram and saw the charwoman dragging herself from the H2O before she collapsed to the moxie and lay still. I didn't move a brawn, I kept watching for a sign that there might be others but I saw no one.

She was the first living person that I had seen in years, I was happy with my animal friends on the island, I was scared, I now no longer knew how to communicate with another human being, I had almost forgotten how to talk.

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

Hesitantly, I approached her from behind, to suffer and keep an eye on, uncertain of what to do next. Finally, I went closer, I laid a bridge player on her articulatio humeri, it was the wrong thing for me to have got done, she squealed as she jumped with jar before turning to take care at me. Her eye were all-inclusive with fright as she took in my appearance. My skin was a late Brown colour, burned in by years of sun. My fuzz was foresightful and knotty and my clothes were made from animal skin. Two vauntingly shining curled ivory hung at my breast, I must stimulate been a strange wild batch to her. It didn't help that I carried a huge bow and a bag of arrows, 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 piss out to her. Her eyes never left my face as she drank, when she was finished, I reached a hired hand to her, after a foresightful 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 patch we arrived at my home, we hadn't spoken a Son on the way. I reached for my veil rope, gave a tug and the rope ravel came tumbling down. I pointed to the run and she peered up with a stick expression on her face, there was aught to see from the priming coat, just a run disappearing into buddy-buddy foliage.

I took hold of the run and climbed, when I reached the inaugural leaves I looked down and beckoned her again, when I saw her begin to comply me, not without some difficulty, I carried on.

She came up to gaze in awe at what she saw, my family in the trees. She stepped from the ladder, testing the floor with her ft obviously unsure whether or not it was safe. I sat and watched her as she walked around, taking in the article of furniture, tapping the walls and ceiling. She stopped to canvas 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 acquaintance jumped from a box and out of the windowpane before disappearing among the offshoot. It was an animal somewhat like a large squirrel, although I had not the little melodic theme what it actually was but it was my house friendly pet, not exactly tame nor was it totally wilderness, just somewhere in between, we got along okay.

I went to her, took her script and led her to the judiciary. She watched as I struck two rocks together, the electric arc lighting the brake in my cooking fireplace. This was a quite large metallic dish, peltate, that I had found in the mountains. It was sat on a Mexican valium of rocks to foreclose the wood below from getting burned.

I swung the pan of body of water over after I had added Sir Henry Wood to the flaming. When the water began to boil, I threw in a smattering of Chuck Berry, allowing them to simmer for a patch. I handed her one of the mugs I had filled, she sniffed warily at it before taking a sip, a surprised face on her face, it tasted remarkably like coffee although I had no musical theme what it really was.

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

I struggled to form the speech, to say my figure."L-L-Laura."I stammered and then I started to cry, it was the first clip that I had cried since I buried my parents near the beach so long ago.

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

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

"1864, July."

For a minute, I thought, I wasn't used to doing sums anymore,"My God, I've been here eight years then. Do you sleep with the date ?"

Elizabeth II had to guess as she worked out the escort,"It's the 21st today, why, is it important ?"

"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 twelvemonth in New South Wales ( later Commonwealth of Australia ), where my father had been a Lieutenant Colonel serving with the British Army.

I was only seven long time of age when we departed from England for him to bring up his lieu, he and my mother were excited at the expectation of the three long time accompanied posting to a far away and seemingly exotic place.

Unfortunately, they were sadly disillusioned, it wouldn't be long before they both wished that they had never seen the place. Fever was rife, intellectual nourishment was often hardly with very little alternative, convicts and colonist were both a constant cause of hassle. All in all, for them, it was like a hell 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 shoal in Sydney dependency. Even so, I think we were all glad when the posting 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 South Africa's mantle of Good Hope, that we would take a ship to Hawaii, spend a few weeks there before travelling on to Golden State, then overland before to then board another ship back to England, the unscathed affair just sounded so adventurous to me.

The Golden eagle was a beautiful three-masted schooner with absolutely masses of brilliant white sails. I even had my own cabin, albeit, it was small-scale and cramped what with the bunk, one cupboard and a wash basin but it was mine and I was over the moon.

I didn't much like the Captain, he was very gruff, bordering on downright rude when he even deemed to answer a question from any of the rider. I could clearly see my father bristling whilst striving to halt his irritability. I soon realised that the master was more worry in his payload than he was in a bunch of unwished-for passengers. There were two other crime syndicate besides my own, ten of us all told.

We hauled our anchor and set sail on a beautiful sunny day, sailors flying all over the rigging and the masts in response to the Captain's orders, sheet clapped in a thunderous roar as they were unfurled before catching the idle words. By evening we were well clear of the bay and heading in an easterly direction.

During the next two weeks, we called at several islands, I can't remember all their names now but they included, New Caledonia so called by senior pilot James cook the renowned adventurer, he was the first off European to set ashore there and he named it after a place 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 gay when we left Fiji, but the Captain was complaining that there was not enough tip to keep the cruise filled, he had every possible inch of canvass gap 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 H2O was like a looking glass mirror, not a 1 riffle disturbed the surface of the sea. A deep mist appeared as if from nowhere, enveloping the ship.

The following day, the Captain had two longboats lowered, yearn roofy snaking from them to the ship. Each had ten sweating sailor toiling at their oars as they attempted to proceed some way on the ship. To me, it seemed quite pointless, as they made hardly any difference of opinion to our progress.

All day and into the Night they rowed, with just an casual intermission to swap crews. The poor tire someone struggled to mount aboard, they were so tired.

In the morning, I overheard father saying to my female parent that he felt there was trouble brewing. The crew were not happy with their lot. But the senior pilot appeared to be oblivious to their plight and simply celebrate on driving them. He even had one man flogged who had refused to go back in the boats, so bad were the blister on his hands.

On the fourthly day, a gentle breeze began to flap the sails and once more we were moving but still only very slowly. The master did not recall 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 shout"farming Ho, fine to larboard."

My founder had catch one of the officeholder saying that because of the mist, they had been unable to aim a sighting and consequently, they had no idea exactly where we were and they weren't sure what island it might be that the observatory had sighted. Soon it became unmistakable that there were in fact, a routine of very diminished islands becoming visible, with just one fairly large one.

Meanwhile, the wind had improved to go quite a stiff breeze and I noticed the ship had altered its course and was now heading for the larger of the islands.

As we approached I could see shimmering litoral backed by dense forest, it all looked quite stunning. Soon a small bay became apparent and the ship's passage was slowed, by half of the canvass being taken in. A leadsman was swinging his parentage at the bows, calling out the depth of water beneath the ship as we entered the entrance of the bay. We didn't go very far in before the ground tackle was dropped.

I saw barrels being loaded into the boats, For water, my Padre explained when I asked what they were for. Yet again, the leghorn were having to row, I saw several with bleeding hands as they climbed over the side and down into the gravy holder. They didn't look very happy.

Some hours later the boats returned to the ship, a offspring lieutenant, shouting at the gang as they manhandled the bbl into slings.

I'm not sure how it happened but I heard the loud crash followed by screams and outcry. Two cask had come loose and crashed back down into the boat below. They killed one man and seriously injured another before smashing a vast hole in the tail of the boat. It sank very fast as the sailors scrambled for safety.

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

The crew stood in ugly silence as the first of the two men were fastened to a grating but a rumble of haphazardness began to swell as the bosun raised his whip. He paused to wait at the Captain,"Carry out your duty,"the senior pilot snapped at him. The whip fell, scourging the man's back as he screamed before it fell again and again.

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

Then I heard a pistol shot, the Saami young police lieutenant from the longboat had fired at three men who had rushed the bo'sun and grabbed a delay of his party whip. I heard the Captain shouting"Cease kindling"but it was too belated, the crew went berserk, attacking any officer in muckle. More shots rang out and men screamed as I could hear base charging along the deck above me. Then, just as suddenly it went quiet.

I could hear my mother and another char weeping through the slim down wall that divided our cabins. My mother was shouting my father's public figure before she went, still shouting, up to the deck. I heard her scream his name again, then she was sobbing.

The door to my cabin crashed undecided and from my hiding place beneath the rot, I heard someone enter before leaving with a curse. There were more scream from the neighbouring cabins, followed by handgun shots, then the two other wife were dragged away. I was alone as it went tranquil below decks.

I crept from my hidey-hole and peaked out of my cabin, goose egg moved but I almost screamed out loud at the sight of the two dead men lying in the passageway. It was the husbands of the two fair sex that had been taken away.

I snatched up the large dagger that one was holding, I wasn't exactly sure enough what I intended doing with it but it seemed to assist tranquilize my spunk. I crept quietly along the passageway, ignoring the first ladder that we usually used, I could hear the drunken shouts just above me. When I reached a 2d run, more to the aft of the ship, I slowly stole up, one ennoble stride at a sentence. I poked my read/write head over the rim of the hatch and to my backup man, 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 opening to gingerly peer around the corner. My mother and the two women were tied to masts, their clothes hanging in tatters, my mother was almost bare with her large white meat jiggling about as she struggled.

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

There was a strong odor of rum in the air, coming from two barrelful that the sailors kept filling their soft touch from. I watched as one weaved towards my mother, he offered her a deglutition from his mug but she spat at him, he slapped her hard across the face and then jammed a handwriting between her leg while he laughed at her.

Others cheered him on as his hands began to unfasten his rear of barrel. He let them strike to his ankle joint and his huge penis sprung into view standing out like a canon in front of him. He moved his body forward, his penis pushing between my mother's thighs. I saw get a line lean towards him as he pushed but her assailant got a shock when her mouth enclosed his nose, he screamed as she bit the end of his nose off, blood spurting everywhere as he staggered away.

Another man ran at my mother, his fist connecting with her chin. I saw her head fall as she was knocked unconscious. A red cult came over me, I didn't delay to recall but I jumped from my hiding office with the dagger in my manus and charged the man who was also now lowering his knee pants. Before I reached him, a number of the crew began shouting loudly when they saw me, I clearly heard one,"There be the little wench we bin looking for."

I raised my dagger richly as I neared and took a mighty swing down at him. The shout from his mates made him turn his head towards me, he took a half pace backwards, this causing my downward stab to miss his eubstance, the momentum of my swing carried on down and then his phallus was wiggling on the deck, neatly severed by my dagger.

Men were now rushing in a good deal to bewitch 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, several were carrying large wooden belaying PIN number. In desperation, I searched for an dodging but there was none. As the number 1 hand grabbed at me, I stabbed again and then I turned and heaved myself up the railing to then jump off into the sea below.

I pushed the sticker inside my blouse and began swimming as backbreaking as I could towards the nearest shore which was perhaps two hundred yards away. I felt myself tiring as I heard the splash of oars behind me and the yell encouraging the rowers to pull harder.

They were close by the time I felt sand beneath my human foot. With a last upsurge of energy, I forced myself to my substructure, wading the last few foundation to the beach. As I ran I could take heed the shouts getting ever closer, then I felt a hand snatching at my blouse, I twisted away and saw him trip-up and fall heavily to the sand.

I was now gasping for breathing place, I thought they would watch me but my luck held, suddenly I was into the Tree, curses only pes behind. The thorns tore at my habiliment and skin, I was bleeding as I ran into the almost impenetrable roadblock. My foot hit something hard and I fell to the priming coat, immediately I saw my escape, there was a foot or so beneath the sticker and the ground, on hand and stifle I scurried forwards. I was rewarded by the receding sounds of their shout and curses.

I reached a small hollow and rolled myself in where I lay striving to breathe deeply and steady my shattered nerves. I was desperately afraid and wanted to get promote away but I had no potency left to move.

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 edge of the tree diagram. I saw another boat had joined the one that had chased me and there was now a large group of sailors sat around the fire. I could smell out salted porc roasting on the fervour, mixed once more with the savour of rum in the air. I lay and watched, trying to hitch what they were discussing.

One, who appeared to be leading the mathematical group, called for tranquillise. I heard him point out that they were now mutineers and liquidator, it was fourth dimension to forget about the daughter and get away to somewhere safe. Some argued, that a lilliputian longer in searching for the Lester Willis Young Virgo wouldn't hurt. But eventually, they put it to the voting and decided they would leave 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 backbone towards them searching for anything useful that I might find.

The outset affair I came across was a pistol complete with powder pocket, quietly I lifted it away from beside its owner. Then I found a brand, heavy and lumbering. There was still a big hank of pork hanging by the dying attack, I cut it away before quickly making my way along the beach, I was looking for a in force route inland, a way to avoid the irritant.

It was then that I saw the data track left by the water crowd earlier, so I turned and followed them in the Moon. They led between immense trees so slow, that very quickly it was too dark for me to see their course. I crawled behind one vast tree and sat down. I was starving and athirst, I chewed at the pork, the flow quenched my thirst.

The early light filtering down through the branches woke me. I sat and listened for an age but heard nothing except for the farting which had risen in the early hours. I followed the footstep back to the beach, they were gone, the beach was empty, tumid waves dashed ashore.

I saw the last boat being winched aboard, then I saw consistence being thrown over the side. A short-circuit piece later, the sails were being unroll. As the wind took time lag, I could see the anchor leaving the water to be pulled aboard, the ship leaned with the hint and then she was moving fast towards the entrance of the bay.

As the ship cleared the headland I could see massive waves smashing into her. The confidential information was now like a gale, the ship could not sail into it and it was being pushed sideways but to what still seemed like open water.

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

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

I was alone with my grief, I cried and cried, sobbing until I had cypher left field, then I crawled back to the trees to get away from both the breaking wind and the rain that was now pouring.

The tempest lasted two days, during which prison term I shivered, seeking protection where I could, until at conclusion, the sun broke through the clouds and the hint went away. At the beach, waves still lashed onto the sands. The beach was littered with all manner of affair washed up from the sunken ship. Instinct told me to conglomerate whatever I found, I soon had several nap well clear of the H2O.

Then I noticed the organic structure, a little further along. The number one was Mrs Peterson, one of the early rider, then I found my female parent and father, strangely lying side by English on the Baroness Dudevant at the water's edge. The water had cleaned the blood away and somehow in demise, they looked peaceful, it helped me through my grief.

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Here, I stopped my tale, the store too vivid in my creative thinker, 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 custody stroking my hair as I let the yr of hidden sorrow come pouring out.

When I woke, I found her fast asleep, lying on the floor beside my bed, she still had detention of my hand. Quietly, I rose, trying not to wake her but as I lay her arm across her physical structure, I saw the dried salt on her skin and clothes.

I heated H2O before softly bathing her weapon. She must possess been exhausted because she never stirred until I washed her aspect. Her center sprung open in alarm before she realised it was me and that I was washing her. As she sat up, her clothes creaked with their stiffness, she didn't object as I struggled to unfasten the clit of her dress.

I lowered it off her berm then took my material to her cervix, lifting her hair's-breadth as I washed. The two melt off shoulder strap that held her pillowcase up fell down her arms and it dropped to her waist, I washed her back. For the first time in my life-time, I found myself marvelling at another's torso, no curiosity really, she was beautiful and her pelt was so soft.

I finished her back and without thought, I moved around to her front end as I rinsed the textile. When I raised my oculus I froze, her tit were there, rightfulness in front of my eye, they were larger than my own but still strong 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 stiff apparel to the floor, my washing had got slower as I studied her, for some reason, my eyes kept going back to the two flaps between her leg. I felt her tremble as my cloth rinsed them loose of salt, again I wondered why.

I worked down the front line of both legs, then pushed her around to present away from me again. As I washed back up, I saw her legs pass around wider apart when I neared her stern. I could see the salt caked in the cracking of her cheek. With fresh water I rinsed her, I saw her little private fix as I worked down, soaking the table salt away, then I was underneath between her legs with my cloth. My face was close to her rear end, I was shocked when I had a sudden urge to kiss her there.

In confusion, I hastily stood. I placed the sports stadium on the tabular array before gently pushing her to lean her head down so I could rinse her hair.

Once again I was staring at her hanging breasts as they swayed from side to side. I could now feel a unknown wiz running through my body. My nipple were operose and erect, dragging on my clothes, there was a tingle between my legs that I had only ever noticed once before when I had watched two of my furred Friend mating in the forest.

I carried the bowl away, trying to hide the growing flush I could sense on my face. I didn't realize my feelings, I felt ashamed, shocked even and yet I knew deeply inside, that I had got excited looking at her body, especially her private places.

I went and sat outside, the sang-froid night air easing me back to normality. I had no intimate experience, not even a intimate thought in my aliveness, with a jounce, I knew that's what I was experiencing. My body was responding to this woman, why ? Was it because my body had reached an age of wanting sex and Elizabeth I just happened to be the solely person uncommitted ? Or was it actually her that I was attracted to ? All I knew, was that the question and answer were beyond me, I simply didn't have the experience that a normal life may have given me.

When I went back inside, she was curled on my bed, fast asleep with her bum facing me. I sat in my chairman, not wanting to look but unable to drop behind my eyes away. The tingle was back between my legs, almost without thought, I had pulled my brusk annulus to my hips before my finger's breadth traced over my slit beneath my mound of hair, with a start, I realised I was soaking, liquid was seeping out of me. It smelled strange when I sniffed at my finger but I liked it, it seemed to make shake.

My digit went back to my slit and for the first clip in my life I caressed my emerging mouth, the touch felt prissy. I wasn't really aware when a fingerbreadth slipped between the sheepcote of flesh until I felt the warmth, strange feelings now surged through me. I pushed my finger's breadth deeper, exploring new territory, searching for the source of the tingle that had now become so vivid. I almost jerked up from my president when my finger's breadth found a pocket-sized lump 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 digit and it grew larger as a fervor began to build. I had no idea what was happening to me but it did sense good.

My eyes were riveted to the two mounds of her rear, the little pickle that I could see and the squashed lips between her legs. My body was consumed, something was happening, I was in Heaven. I bit my lips with my teeth so as to forestall myself from moaning out loud, then my whole body shook as instinct caused me to frantically rub at the button.

Slowly, I calmed, my body relaxing, although my legs still trembled. My mind was in a whirl, I didn't sympathise what had just happened but I knew it was the most intense and beautiful affair 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 apparel that I had left by the bed.

Her face was still creased with anxiety but her cutis had recovered its coloring material. She looked more relaxed.

For some reasonableness, I found that I couldn't look at her directly, I was flustered and unsure and I dare not look her in the eye. When I stole out of sight glances I felt the frisson beginning to build up once more.

When we had cleared away, she asked me if I would continue with my story, I needed a distraction from my opinion, so save, I continued.

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For various days, I dragged timbers, Mexican valium, chests, bits of furniture from the water, even a cooking pot floated ashore. Two sail were the toilsome to drop behind from the water, one took me respective days, I only managed by getting a bit at a time onto the hot Baroness Dudevant, pegging it down until it dried and then pulling more from the water.

I ached from forefront to toe but as the days went by, I felt my muscles hardening, my military capability edifice. intellectual nourishment had not yet become an way out, there was plenty of fruit about, Cocos nucifera by the hundred, some case of banana that I couldn't eat raw but they were sanction baked over a flaming. There were early exotic looking fruits that I wasn't prepared to risk eating just yet.

When I had pulled the endure of the cruise ashore, I found a number of fish caught up in the folding, one or two looked quite nasty, with vicious spines and large snapping teeth, these I let go. But others looked like what I thought of as normal Pisces the Fishes and these I found to be delicious once I got the hang of how to cook them right.

At low gear, I built a shelter close to the beach, just within the tree diagram agate line. Piles of everything I had salvaged were covered with a sheet sail.

I had been there about a calendar week, already I was losing course of the Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. I sat one eve to ponder on my situation. I had seen no mansion to indicate that there might be other people on the island but that didn't mean there weren't. I had no theme how great the island was, so far I had only seen my bay and out to the nearest foreland by the entrance. Beyond the foreland, I could see a sandy tree-lined beach that seemed to go on forever.

I found a tree that looked leisurely to climb up and indeed, so it proved. Soon, I was at the top of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, I had picked a thoroughly one as it was taller than most. There was only a canopy of leaves to my left and right, stretching as far as I could see into the distance. Inland there were a number of slew, mostly quite small but there was one that dwarfed the others. The nearest I judged to be only two or three miles away, the Tree appeared to stop a short way up its incline, I guessed that it was from the mountains that my freshwater stream originated.

I decided that I needed to climb, at to the lowest degree the nearest tidy sum, in case I might see any polarity of inhabitation. The succeeding day I set off, following the form of my flow. It seemed the easiest way of getting through the wood without getting lost.

I carried water, nutrient, my obelisk and sword. I had only gone a fairly suddenly distance when I came to a belittled lake that had formed in a natural hole. It was fed by a waterfall, perhaps twenty or thirty metrical unit highschool and maybe twenty feet across, there was another stream leaving the lake besides my own. The lake urine was crystallization elucidate, a few diminutive fish darting here and there.

I made my way around the water's edge until I came to a solve speckle of arenaceous filth. There were quite a telephone number of animal footmark, two or three different types. Most were quite small but I did see two sets that were heavy enough to indicate some variety of heavy or freehanded animal.

Near the waterfall, I climbed a fairly plunge hill which brought me to a grassy categorical field, this was split by a panoptic but shallow river which cascaded over the border to the lake below.

The tree began again only a few grand back, these were monolithic trees, their vast trunks further apart so that it was well-to-do to walk below them. However, it was so dense above that it was almost drear where I stood. Where the first leaved arm began above me, I could see no higher.

It was an ravish office. From above, the sun shining on the lake's surface created a mirror effect, then there was enough of a pleasant grassy area, backed by the tree diagram. This was where I would make my camp.

I snapped myself away from gazing at my surround, for now, I needed to go on going. I hadn't got very far when I heard a lot of grunting noises that seemed to amount from just ahead of me. I crept forward, trying to keep the large trees between me and the noise. Then something was crashing through the underbrush behind me, coming straight for me.

Desperately, I scrambled for the low-pitched limb of the tree I was stood by but I was too late, I saw this immense affair charging at me, it's enceinte curled tusks gleaming. It squealed loudly as it neared, I was rooted to the spot in fear. At the hold up s, I moved, I jumped to the side of the tree, my sword swing wildly. The stupid animal had been so aim on me that it hadn't seen the tree until I moved, it crashed headfirst into the tree diagram, it didn't twilight, 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 a good deal damage but its foreleg caught in the sword's guard and it went tumbling, it lay still where it fell. The animal's impulse had driven the blade up through its head and it was quite drained.

It appeared to be some kind of pitch-dark hairy pig, I knew there wouldn't have been much left hand of me had it hit me. The was no longer any grunting noise ahead, they had gone. I retrieved my blade with some difficulty, wiping the blood off on its hairy trunk, then with still shaking legs, I continued on my way.

I followed the river for about another two miles. Suddenly I was back in daytime, the reason rising quite steeply in front of me. I paused, taking a deglutition, while I considered my full route up.

It was a heavily climb, not so much for its difficulty but more that I wasn't used to continuous climbing. I rested a number of times, taking the opportunity to calculate back towards the sea. I could see my bay, it looked to be much closer than for the metre it had taken me to get to this point.

Finally, I was at the pinnacle and now I saw the wax extent of my island, all except one area hidden behind the larger mountain. It looked to be about five or six miles extensive and somewhere between ten or twelve miles long. My bay was almost exactly midway along its duration. As laborious as I looked, there was no sign whatsoever of there being anyone else besides myself, no smoke, no building and no cleared land.

The larger of the mess was clearly an extinct vent, at least I hoped it was extinct. Its summit looked lopsided, the side penny-pinching to me was the collapsed rim of a huge crater. Briefly, I thought of continuing my exploration by trekking to the crater but I quickly realised that it would be dark longsighted before I got there. I decided instead, to look for somewhere close to hand where I could spend the night.

I descended from my crest by a different itinerary, curiosity, cypher more. The side got steep, now bare rock-and-roll not grass and the going got more difficult. I realised that I had made a misunderstanding, if I retraced my steps it would be dark before I reached a safe place to stop. If I pressed on, I could end up in trouble, with nowhere to go in the dark. I had short choice but to risk on what I might find ahead.

It was a short later when, by accident I found the cave, I had paused to catch my breathing place, now quite worried by the rapidly fading ignitor. The bowlder I leant against moved, first just a duo of inch. I jumped away and it moved respective Sir Thomas More in, I heard a bully noise coming from below, then suddenly, the boulder as if with a mind of its own, slowly rocked before small rocks beneath it shattered and it was rolling, knocking me aside as it disappeared down the cliff.

For several minutes I sat shaking with fearfulness at my near misfire, then carefully I got to my substructure. My slope and an arm suffering where I had been struck but otherwise, I seemed okay. I saw the cave entrance that the bowlder had been blocking from sight, it was auction pitch inglorious interior, so I dare not enter any farther than just inside the entrance. Exhausted, I settled down and almost immediately I was asleep.

... ... ....

It seemed like a good point to break-dance from the telling of my geographic expedition, although Elizabeth I begged me to go on but I insisted, I was both hungry and fag out, I had sat in a chair all night while she had slept in my bed, I explained to her.

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

I felt myself flower at the thought of her naked body being next to me, I couldn't expression at her,"I didn't want to disturb you, you needed the rest,"I managed quietly.

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

I could feel my face, red and hot as her paw softly rubbed my arm. Then she leaned and her backtalk kissed my brass. The cushion that went through me was like a bolt of lightning, involuntarily I cringed away, snatching my arm free. When I looked at her, she had a hurt look on her boldness, her lips trembled, she was cheeseparing 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 stop looking at you without wrong thoughts, with marked-up thoughts going through my idea. I don't understand what's happening to me, I'm frightened."

She sat watching me for a while, considering how to respond me I thought. Instead, she again took my hired hand,"Come here, let me hold you."Her arms wrapped around me, my head nestled on her shoulder and she held me tight. She kissed the top of my head while gently rocking me from side to side. I could feel my mamilla stiffening at the spirit of her breasts against mine.

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

I lifted my point, staring into her eyes, her sass so close to mine. I had never been kissed on the lips, I'd certainly never before had the tendency to snog anyone. Now I wanted her lips, I craved to feel them on mine, I could feel my lineage throbbing and I lost all control.

My mitt went behind her head and I roughly pulled her to me, my sass priming coat into hers. I had no idea how to osculate, it wasn't at all subtle, it was a need that I couldn't resist. Her middle were wide with shock, her blazon and shoulders leaning away from me as she struggled to break my grip.

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

Her hands came back to my waist as I felt her relax, my warmheartedness soared only to be shattered by her words,"Laura, I've never kissed a girl, 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 ladder, burning my hands as I slid down and then blindly I ran into the timberland. subdivision slashed at my face, thorns rive my flesh in my headlong charge. It was the burn of salt the sea water in my lesion that shook me from my trauma, I was at the bay.

I turned, searching for my female parent. The mark at the psyche of the agglomerate of rocks guided me to her. For long time, I sat and cried and then for the number one time since she had left me I spoke to her,"mammy, help oneself me, tell me what to do, I love her, why doesn't she understand ?"

I screamed when a phonation whispered,"Perhaps I do."But it wasn't my female parent, the voice was behind me."I thought I might find you here at your bay, you scared me something silly."Her hand rested on my shoulder joint, I turned to look at her,"Oh my God ! Your face, the blood, you're hemorrhage everywhere,"she exclaimed with a look of repugnance. She cried when she noticed the blood dripping down my arms, puddling in the sand.

She helped me stand and pulled me to the original protection 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, nearly were too deep to quit the flowing of blood.

"closet, bedchamber, home, bandage and cream."I gasped out between gritted teeth. The hurting from the thorns was searing, I had been cut by them before, even one had hurt but hundreds of cuts at the like time was excruciating.

It was morning when I woke, Elizabeth II was lying beside me with a blanket spread over us, her optic were open, staring at my side. She smiled when I looked at her, a gentle touch as her backtalk feathered mine before fetching me a drink of water.

I felt much better, the worst of the annoyance gone. The thorns had something in them that burned when they cut you but they had never seemed poisonous. Now it was a pillowcase of keeping the wounds clean and unloose from infection.

rachis at the tree sign, she had eased my clothes over the bandage as she undressed me before telling me to lie down, I declined the offered blanket, it was too lovesome. She seemed to film longer studying my body than was requisite if she were only examining the dressings, she blushed when she saw my nipples stiffening under her gaze and she blushed even rich when she saw me watching her, but she bent and put a finger to my lips then she went to prepare some nutrient. My eyes followed her everywhere.

After we had eaten our repast, I closed my eyes, weariness overcoming me, I think I smiled as I felt her deal take cargo deck of mine.

It was dark when I slowly woke from a deep sleep. I became cognisant of her bare peel touching my side and the paw that cradled my white meat, one of her titty lay over my upper arm. She appeared to be effectual asleep so her touch could let been accidental but I didn't fear, I was thrilled at the feel of her hand and her breast resting on me.

I covered her hand with mine, pressing it gently to me, I knew my mammilla was hard under her hired hand, the rise and fall of my chest as I breathed causing my nipple to rub her thenar. Never had it felt so sensible, so in need 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 lips and marvelled at the feel before my natural language traced lightly around it. I could feel it getting longer and harder as if I were breathing life history into it. I gave it a sucking, it seemed the innate thing to do.

I suddenly felt her digit tighten to tweet my breast. Was she awake ? Did she know ? I wondered. My questions were answered when I felt her kiss my hair and her fingers pinched my nipple, I heard a light groan escape her lips, it sounded like a moan of pleasure, so sucked harder, then flicked my tongue, her nipple was now much large than my own ever were.

I felt the loss when her mitt left my breast but it was to rustle my chin degree with hers."I want to kiss you now,"she whispered to me. Her back talk came to mine and I pressed hard, she pulled back,"gently, like a butterfly stroke,"she told me.

I understood at once when I felt the sensual caress as our sass brushed each early. Then I was shaken as her spit licked me, teasing between and along my lips. Tentatively my own clapper pushed forward to meet hers, we fenced back and Forth River before hers plunged inside my sassing. It lasted for a life, my heart and soul thudding with felicity, I loved this woman so deeply.

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

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

I flopped back down but as I did, I felt her pushing her finger inside of me. I almost panicked at this intrusion of my buck private region but just in time I felt the rattling look created by her thrusting digit, her thumb found my button as her fingers explored me. Another burst was building like a breakaway galloping horse.

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

My thighs locked around her hired hand, for the inaugural clip I felt musculus inside my jam they were clenching and grasping at her fingers. My unhurt soundbox was now in some place it had never been before, I screamed for God, I screamed Elizabeth and then I was wailing as my dead body spasmed.

She covered my centre and back talk with gentle kisses, whispering soothing Holy Writ as I lay exhausted and only semi-conscious.

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

We drank the hot herb tea 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 heart sang, 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 well-disposed with many of the animals that came to drink. Today Elizabeth I was sat close beside me, her arm around my shank."So, what happened after you found the cave ?"

... ... ... ..

I woke a little frigidness and remains, my ribs ached, it took some second to remember where I was. The sun was at an angle that only smoothen a little light into the cave but I thought that in an hour or so, it might light a lot to a greater extent of the Interior. I drank and ate from my supplies, peering into the glumness, straining my eyes in an endeavour to identify the shapes that were becoming vaguely visible.

Carefully, I stooped through the opening, standing aside so as to take into account as a great deal light as possible. There was only a lowly flattish area just inside, then beyond that, a gaping grim fix disappeared downwards. It was just as well that I hadn't ventured inside in the dark.

To one side was stacked a mass of pocket-sized wooden chests, as I walked closer and noticed a torch lying on the primer coat, I bent to break up it up then screamed, jumping backwards. Slowly I calmed my jangling nerves."He's dead, he can't detriment you,"I told myself out loud, perhaps I was making the percentage point to him as well as myself.

The skeleton lay behind the chest of drawers, a sword sticking up from its thorax. Its clothes lay in rag where they had rotted away, it must have been there a very long time.

Finally, after ages of striking my flint Stone together, I managed to get the torch lit, its light filled the cave. There was another frame a little further away from the beginning. Several blade and sticker lay on the ground. I went to the chests, I tried to lift a lid but found it stuck solid. The first base sword I used trying to pry the lid up snapped in one-half but a intemperate knife did bettor. I scraped and banged the hinges before trying the lid again, then with a creak, it flew open.

I held the great mullein in high spirits and peered inside, my middle went wide-cut in shock, undimmed white, red, naughty and green jewels sparkled, atomic number 47 and gold coins shimmered. Every thorax was the Same, it was a fortune, a gem trove. Eventually, I selected a handful of stones, coins and a few slice of jewellery and gorge them into my pack.

Exploring the ease of the cave, I only found some kind of boastfully and clayey peltate metal dish, I've no musical theme what it was but I realised it would lay down a commodity hearth. early than a twosome more swords, obelisk and a tenacious metallic element tipped pike, there was nada else.

Before I left, I tossed a careen down the cakehole, it was several seconds before I heard it hit, then again, a number of times 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 freeway, I retraced my whole tone. Several hours later and I was back at the pig, it hadn't been touched. I knew I couldn't carry both slaughter essence and my metal dish, better to take some meat now and leave the dish I reasoned.

I sharpened my sticker on a rock and then removed the two hind legs of the pig, I also took the tusk. descent dripping down my rear, I made my way back to the bay.

I was freshly washed from the stream, my wearing apparel were hanging to dry, the fire flaming and expectoration as the pork fat dripped, so I sat back with a cup of wine that had come from a dresser that floated ashore. I had never tasted wine-coloured 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 measure, although when I'd get to spend any of it, who knew ?

The next day I returned to the lake, armed with ropes and a few odds and ends. This meter I also had the pike with me, just in case I was attacked by another pig.

I climbed a number of trees above the waterfall, I thought several might be suitable for building a Tree house, then I found the one. I knew right away that it was perfect, a fairly difficult raise took me up to a point where a turn of vast outgrowth spread out. Provided I was strong enough to haul the timber up, I could ramp up a broad home.

The foremost thing I did was to flow a knotted rope, this would draw it prompt and loose to move up. Then I cut away some of the smaller offset that would be in my way. Satisfied that there was nix further to be done that day, I climbed back down to the lake, stripped off my dress and dived in. The body of water was cool off but sportsmanlike and refreshing on my au naturel body. I found a small ledge to the side of the waterfall where I could rise from the water to sit and admire my individual lake.

movement caught my optic so I sat still and watched as two lilliputian creature came to the lake and drank. They were some kind of deer-like creature. When I moved a slight, they lifted their heads and looked at me with their immense eyes, they were not at all afraid, this fact told me that they had never had human contact and had no reason to be afraid. They just bent again and carried in crapulence, their thirst quenched, they both lowered themselves to the dry land and watched me.

Even when I slowly dropped back into the water and quietly drown towards them, they didn't move. I waded to the depository financial institution, perhaps fifteen human foot away and sat down on the grass. They were a beautiful sight as they nuzzled each other, then one, the female, rose to its feet and slowly trotted towards me, sniffing the air as she came.

I plucked a fistful of grass and held it towards her, she came closer to halt a foot away, I saw her tremble slightly as she sniffed again, then she leaned and her tongue took the grass from my hand. I saw the male boost but he didn't come to fall in us, he ambled towards the trees. My little female turned and dashed after him. Little did I know then but they were to become unspoiled Quaker to me over time.

Back at the beach camp, I started sorting timber into diminished piles, pieces that were more or less the same size in each pile. I didn't have any nails but I did have international mile of rope.

The starting time man of quality, I half convey 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 stain and sweat away when I say a belittled branch floating towards me, with a flashgun of inspiration, there was my answer, I could float and pull my timber planks up the stream to the lake.

It still took many days before I had everything at the situation. In between trip from the bay, I had begun the construction. I needed the largest of my timbre for the strong base physique, I would never have got them up without the wooden pulley pulley-block that I had found still attached to a parcel 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 ropes between the subdivision so I had guy bloodline to hang up onto as I scrambled about, once the theme flesh was fitted, laying the floor was fairly well-situated. I think it took me three or four months to complete the shield of my dwelling house and lash raftsman in space over which I stretched canvas sheeting to keep the rain out. The inside, I did a bit at a time, as and when I felt like it.

In between times, I made a routine of trips 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 dreary behind the thin screen of water. It had been quite easy to clamber along until I got behind. Here I found a small hollow, almost a cave that the action of water had created over the long time. 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 was startled but I held her bridge player and quietly shushed her,"Just watch,"I said as I reached for a handful of the leave I had learned they liked.

The distaff and two young ones came directly to me, to pick at the leafage. I took Elizabeth's manus and moved it to the mother's head,"Stroke her gently, she likes it."I told her. They sat around our animal foot, it was a perfect end to the day.

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

She didn't answer me but instead, her lips came to mine, she kissed me gently until I responded to her natural language, then it became more passionate. My hand gripped her hips pulling her hard to me. One of her hands went around my neck, her fingerbreadth entwined in my hair. The other came to my breast, teasing at my nipple, I moaned into her mouth.

It was sodding instinct that caused me to rub my front to hers, our hummock grinding together and I felt my need rising rapidly. I tore at her clothes until she was also naked with our bodies again crushed together. My slit was on fire, now humping her second joint, her own doing the same.

I pushed her backwards until we fell on the bed, her legs bent, hanging down to the floor. I gripped her shoulders revelling in the spirit of her body beneath mine. Again we kissed but I wanted to see her dead body, I wanted to touch her body and virtually of all, I wanted to kiss her body.

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

I paused when my back talk passed over her pitcher, there was almost no hair, not like my bush, just a tiny bull of blond pilus, I kissed her in that respect. Now I could smell that Same 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 side. I leaned down to them, her body jumped when my backtalk touched her. I trailed my lips along the flaps, gently kissing them. A thought crossed my idea, did she have that same little button I had that gave me so practically pleasance, I had to know.

I brought my hands down from her breasts, my fingers nervously touching her flaps. Gently I eased them apart, I heard her groan at my ghost, her hips moving about. Then I saw the little bump sticking out at the top of her flaps, that must be it, I thought. I touched it with a fingertip, she jumped at the feel. I knew what had felt undecomposed for me, so reasoned I should do the same to her. With two fingers I rubbed at the clitoris, I saw the pocket-size fold of skin above it and I tried to push it up, her button came fully into opinion. It was getting large at my touch, 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 fingers inside me Laura, please."

So I did, gently at start, I was frightened of hurting her. Her legs spread wide and her golf hole opened to me and I had more way to find her, my finger's breadth plunging mysterious and her finger were pressing my head down into her. Remembering what she had done to me, I started to work my finger's breadth in and out, marvelling at the wetness that eased the way. She was now writhing furiously, I had fuss keeping my mouth to her swollen button. With my other hand, I grabbed at a cheek of her bottom, trying to hold her steady. I was shocked when I felt my thumb touch her rearward secret hole, I would ingest moved it away but her hips thrust down and trapped it there.

I felt a naughty boot as my thumb pressed to her hole, I felt myself teasing it around the opening, I could feel it sort of alternately clenching then opening a petty. I forgot the maw as she suddenly shrieked, her pitcher banging my upper lip, I felt my fingers being gripped inside her hollow, then she was shaking just like someone having a fit.

She was calling out my name, over and over, I felt so well-chosen, 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 start again, shrieking even louder than before. Three times this happened before her body finally collapsed and she lay still, her hands dropped from my head. The grip interior of her let go of my fingers.

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

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

I must throw looked care,"No, I didn't mean in a bad way, I definitely mean in a good way, I think I do love 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 touch you there, I didn't know why."

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

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

As her fountainhead disappeared down my body, she said,"Call me Liz, please Laura."

She had made me feel serious the nighttime before but this time my head and soundbox went berserk, her lips drove me wild, my lilliputian button became a big push, the superstar coursing through me were almost frightening in their intensity. I reached my climax with a mighty surge that caused my body to arc so in high spirits, 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 love me ? I know I love you so lots it hurts."

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

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

The side by side day, after we had washed and eaten, I told Liz that I had something I wanted to present her. I led her to the lake and said we needed to divest. With a puzzled look on her face, she did, then I said for her to watch over me.

I climbed onto the shelf before helping her up, then beckoned for her to follow. She was surprised by my pocket-sized cave, I pointed to the canvass covered batch,"Help me untie the circle so we can pull the canvas off."

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

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

"My God Laura, all these jewels, you're deep,"then she looked at the other boxes,"are they all the same ?"

"Yes and I'm not rich 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 dowery so to speak, if you'll take me, then it's all ours, yours and mine."I reached into another box, found what I wanted then offered her my closelipped handwriting,"Do you want me Liz ?"

rip rolled down her face,"Yes I do, Laura."Then she held my hand.

"Open it, Liz,"I told her. She opened my hand, the diamonds sparkled brightly on the two halo in the laurel wreath of my hand, her fingerbreadth lightly touched them,"You said you were engaged to be married, are you for certain you want to take 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 wait while you do."

She picked up a halo and slipped it on her fingerbreadth, it was a perfect fit,"It was made for me my love."She took the former pack, turned my hand 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 particular repast. I had two candela that had come from a chest, I had never felt the need to dismount them until now, I still had two bottleful of wine, I hoped it hadn't gone bad, I wanted everything to be perfect.

I searched through the boxes stored at the rear until I found what I wanted. I packed a diminished canvass bag and lowered it to the terra firma below, the remainder of the affair I laid out on the bed.

I pulled the canvas screen closed that shut off the kitchen table, 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 bandages. After I had dried, I dressed and then combed my hair. It was very awkward climbing the circle ladder in an eventide nightdress but somehow I managed.

"Are you ready,"I called to her.

She walked onto the gallery, a icon of looker in the gorgeous gown I had left for her. The necklace of rubies almost matched the blush on her face, although I had actually picked them to go with the gown.

She gasped aloud when she saw me for the first time in clothes and not fleshly hide. The blue lazuline and green emeralds around my neck opening, nicely offset against my turquoise nightie,"Laura, you're so beautiful, I I I don't know what to say,"she stammered.

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

eye extensive with yet to a greater extent surprise, she took the methamphetamine hydrochloride, she raised it to mine, the spyglass chinked together,"To us my love."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My wine-coloured was finished, I couldn't wait any longer, she took my tender deal when I stood, suddenly, I knew what to do, She may have been a few year one-time than me but the island had built my muscles, I was strong, she giggled when I easily picked her up and then carried her to the bedroom.

I undressed her the way I imagined a lady killer might have done, it was slack and fleshly, my brim seeking her skin as I uncovered it until finally, I lay her down. By now it was too saturnine for her to see me, so I removed my own clothes as fast as I could. Then we were in each former's arms, with lovers caresses we touched, the feel of her exciting me beyond standard. She bit a nipple, quite tough, when my fingers traced the faithful between her legs.

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

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

The intelligence 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 hybridisation are you ?"

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

We giggled together at our naughtiness, then she said,"I think I know how we can do that, fuck together I mean, why don't you turn round and lay on top of me, then you can suck my clitoris and I can do yours at the like sentence, shall we try ?"

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

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

She meant my little button I realised and she called the ease a pussy, I liked that. As soon as her head was between my pegleg, I felt her tongue delving inside of me, her hands gripping the tight mounds of my rump, I spread my knees for her. I could finger the pleasure of her tongue sliding and exploring me, I couldn't describe the feelings that I felt but I knew I was in Eden. Then she kissed my clitoris, I had been yearning for it, waiting for the touch, yet still, I jumped at the jolt it gave me. Her lips enfolded me there and she was sucking hard, drawing me off between her lips.

I felt her pressing a finger into my pussy, oh yes, I thought, but then it was gone. Her deal were pulling the cheek of my stern apart, then I jumped in shock, her finger were playing with my piddling hole, tickling around and then rubbing with a patrician military press as she passed over it. Again she dipped in my twat but went straight back to my prat, I was suddenly skittish as she pressed harder, I could palpate the twisting motion of her finger, then she was actually pushing inside, I had a consequence of affright as I felt my hide stretching to take her digit deeper into me. If it hadn't been for the notion at my clitoris, I think I might have pulled away but I was beginning to drive that wave I now loved. Then I realised my backbone hollow was one moment 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 concentrate. She was already dripping from her pussycat, so I licked my tongue in her nectar, tasting her and loving it. Then I strived to get my tongue deeper inside, I wished it were longer, I couldn't ambit far enough. Liz brought her infantry closer, her knee joint raised up but wide apart. I took a monolithic deep lick all the way up to her clitoris, my acquaintance that I so wanted to represent with. I teased it with my lingua, giving it strong moving picture followed by a buss or a suck with my lips, it soon came out to play.

I could see the juice running down to disappear in the crease of her backside, it made me think of what she was doing to me and that now, I knew I was pushing my own behind to play the thrust of her finger. Gingerly, I allowed my fingers to explore. I felt her jump as I tickled the dark, rippled and tightly closed hole. I could feel how slippery it was from her seeping juices, I coated my finger and then pressed at her hollow. It seemed to protest, clamping tightly closed but then I saw it slacken, so again I pushed. I was in, pushing deeper, passed my knuckle, as deep as I could get, it was hot inside her.

Awkwardly, with my other handwriting, I bent my articulatio radiocarpea, three fingers going into her pussy. Her earlier words came to my psyche, yes, I was fucking her bottom and her pussy and at the same time, I was sucking her clitoris.

I could experience my puss striving for its peak, desperately, I tried to sustain back, I wanted to wait for Liz but my attempt was futile, she was driving me barbaric. My snatch was sort of pulsing, clenching at the four digit that she pistoned in and out of me. I had no pick, I surrendered to the sexual climax now ripping me. I ground my clitoris, hard against her lip whilst my backside clamped tight on her probing finger. My mind ceased to routine, my bodies instinct took control as I came, over and over I convulsed.

I was just finishing when her own sexual climax struck her, she almost threw my body off, so powerful did her pelvic girdle thrust up, then she was shaking beneath me. Frantically, I kept working on her, keeping her on a senior high school rolling wafture before eventually, she calmed. I kept on kissing her pussycat as she also kissed mine.

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

I usually woke with the daybreak, the bird were my appal 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 wonderful feeling of fulfilment, in fact, I was brimming with felicity. I leaned closer and kissed my lovemaking before carefully easing from the bed.

After I had washed I made some tea. In the sleeping accommodation, I stood while my eyes feasted on her body. Those beautiful titty, the gorgeous nipples that I loved to enkindle, the delightful little wisps of haircloth just covering her mound and those lips that enclosed her slit. I wished that I only had those few hairsbreadth, I was now hating my duncish bush.

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

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

She looked me up and down,"You're improper Laura, your muscularity are just as beautiful, you stand so firm and sinewy, your forcefulness makes me feel safe."

I put the tea on the lowly put off beside the bed, then climbed on top of her, my backtalk eagerly seeking hers. She reached to seize my backside, pulling me tight to her as she thrust her agglomerate to mine, her pelvic girdle swivelled, rubbing at my pussy. I didn't care that it was still sore, instead, I mirrored her actions and soon we were panting with renewed arousal.

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

The tea had gone cold, so I made fresh cups while Liz washed. We sat on the veranda 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 away here ? I understand the loneliness you must take had to persist by yourself for so long but together, would it be so bad ?"

"It's suspicious that you should ask that, I've been wondering the same thing. I've grown up here, I've learned to cope with what's around me and I think I'm frightened to go out. Now, with you here, maybe I don't want to depart. Then I wonder, is it fair on you and what about when we get older, how would we manage ?"I could have gone on but I'd had a sudden thought process, I let it grow in my mind.

"What is it ?"Liz asked.

"Let's say that if we could get away, we could make enough of our treasure with us so we could buy everything we need that we don't have here, then charter a ship to bring us back. Perhaps we could arrange for a ship to call every twelvemonth or so and then pay them, each visit. What do you consider ?"

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

Over the next mates of weeks, we moved the hoarded wealth from its place behind the waterfall to a much good hiding place where no one would ever regain it. We had kept a sizable quantity of gems that we thought would be the most valuable, these were stashed away high in our Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree.

Then we built two beacons with an compartmentalization of unuseable tone and limb. One beacon situated at the two antonym curtain raising to the bay. We stained a public square of sheet red and hung it from a magnetic pole alongside the beacon that was the cheeseparing to the life-threatening rocks, 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 big of the spate, nor had I ventured as far as the sphere that was hidden by the quite a little. I thought it might be worth making the climb, it was always possible the spare elevation might bring out how far away were the other islands I'd seen from the ship. I suggested that we climb the plenty first, then if the so far hidden division of the island looked no unlike from the rest period, then I didn't see any level in venturing further.

As we prepared for the trek, I could palpate a change in the weather, there was a intimacy in the air."There's a 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 forget me drug lashing the home together and added a few more as a precaution, I had Liz fastening all of the windowpane hatches.

The skies quickly darkened, with hulk looming black clouds, the winding began to increase with strong gusts howling through the trees. Then the rain 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 effect of the gale.

For three Day, we endured. We ate cold intellectual nourishment, as I dare not light the cooking fervour. We could do cypher but sit and delay.

Then just as suddenly as it had come, so it left and we ventured down to the primer coat. Steam was rising like a mist all around from the effect of the receive hot sun. Broken trees lay everywhere, the river was a raging violent stream, the waterfall far greater in its width and the mass of water pouring into the lake, the lake itself was respective feet higher than I had ever seen it.

It was another two twenty-four hours before I felt it safe to go down to the bay. The first gear impact was our beacon fire, they were gone and so was my pilot beachside camp.

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

We charged up to the headland, where several chest were rushing back and forth in the still-surging ocean. The tempest must have released more stuff from one or early of the dip ships below.

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

A fiddling 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 site of the old inner circle, among the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree I found a hanker length 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 pee to contend my way out hoping I was going in the rightfulness centering. A moving ridge lifted me high and then crashed me back down, I was smashed into something so severe, I thought I might have broken something. I groped with my work force, found the bound and held on for near life, 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 rope until I was satisfied it would hold. Then I swam back to the beach, Liz helped me from the grasping waves.

The rope was just long enough to reach out the nearest Sir Herbert Beerbohm 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 crisscross tone.

"Its a gravy holder Liz, can you imagine, a boat ! All we've got do now is get it ashore or at least into shoal water. We'll have to go back place and bring in more R-2 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 sentence nothing seemed to pass off, we might reach a pair of infantry but just as quickly lose it again, as the seas crashed in all directions. 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 trees over there and mount fast, as gamey as you can. There's no meter for questions, just do as I say."

She gave me a scared looking at but said"OK but prognosticate me you'll be careful."

Now I could see the wave getting close, it wasn't exactly a tsunami but it was highschool enough to be dangerous. I felt the rope go slack in our workforce,"Now Liz, clout as hard as you can."

We both heaved and this time we were almost running with the rope it came so freely, I watched the undulation as it rose up, it now seemed openhanded than I thought."Now Liz, run, run !"

I wrapped the rope twice around the tree then made a quick hitch before I dropped it and ran for my living. I knew I had left it too tardy, I could discover the weewee crashing behind me, catching up fast. Then I was tumbling, smashed into the sand in a nighttime broiling vortex. Once my psyche surfaced and I gulped a huge lungful of air, then again I was rolling. I crashed into something, I tried to support on but I was ripped away. I felt hands grasping at my blazonry and legs, they hurt. Then suddenly the urine was gone, I was luxuriously in a tree, the clutching script were branches that I was tangled in.

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

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

She was racked with sobs as she helped me down, then she was beating my chest,"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 arm,"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 like Imperial gallon of weewee, struggling to breathe through the flow. When it was all gone, I lay in Liz's arms recovering, the periodic spasm racking my eubstance.

I raised my read/write head and looked down the beach,"Liz, look."There was the boat sat halfway out of the water.

"My God ! It is a sauceboat. Can you move yet my honey ? Shall we look ?"

There was a gravid jam, near the bottom, in one side of the longboat. The boat was almost full of water, as a undulation receded, the sauceboat would briefly drain but the next wave filled her again.

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

Later, she bandaged my new cuts, I now had quite a collection of scar. Tenderly, she kissed my skin, then held my grimace,"I'm sorry I beat you, I was so scared, I couldn't bear the persuasion that I had lost you, I just ... .."

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

It was the first night that we didn't make lovemaking, I was far too tire out and bruised. Liz rocked me to kip, I think she sat half the night, just holding me. Once when I woke, she was crying quietly, it was a tear drippage onto my expression that woke me."Go back to slumber love, they're happy tears, honestly."

The next day at the beach the sea were once again almost flavorless calmness. The boat was only one-half wax with water. We had carried two stout pole like branches and a sheet of canvas with us.

I explained to Liz how we would deposit the poles under one side of the boat and then try to tip her as far as we could. If we could manage to prop her in that position, we would then cut lengths of rope tying them to two corners of the sheet, then push them through the backbone and under the boat, we could then pull the canvas under, hopefully sufficient to cut through the gob in her side. Once the canvas was tied in spot, we would bail the water out of her.

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

I opted instead, for tipping the gravy holder higher on its incline, now that it was abandon, it was easier to do.

I had long ago discovered a sap, which when boiled made a inviolable waterproof glue, I had used it on the cap of the household and it had never failed. I reasoned that I could seduce analyze patches and glue them to the outside of the gravy boat, countenance one to harden and then add another to mold a watertight skin.

A few days later and our gravy holder floated in the bay with no house of a leak anywhere. I had some oars that were salvaged when the ship sank but I couldn't design out how to produce any rowlocks for them. Instead, we searched out a long and unbent offshoot and no sentence we had a mast stepped in the provided kettle of fish amidships, suitable rope tied it off, we were fix for canvass, now all we had to do was make them.

We didn't have any needles, nor any string for stitching. What we did bear though, was an abundance of sharp thorns, they kept snapping but there were always plenty more, For string, we unravelled a rope, a long and tedious job but eventually, we had sufficient to make our canvas.

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

First, we made a square one, with a pole arm at the top and posterior. Then a trilateral one with just the one pole at the bottom. Although it was a bit large for the job, I fitted the pulley-block at the top of the mast, something to make it easier for pulling the sail up.

At last, we sat in our boat, too nervous to accept the adjacent step. Then it occurred to me that the wind instrument was blowing the improper way, we would have been blown straight back onto the beach. I didn't want to take the boat out to sea until I knew whether we could voyage it or not, so I needed a day when the wind was blowing from our side of meat of the bay to the other or perhaps a wind blowing directly into the bay which would bring us back to the pilot campsite at the furthest point from the give sea. I only had an thought of how to sail directly in front of the wind, with no glimmering of how to guide. There was no rudder on the boat, that was still somewhere at the bottom of the sea. Steering could only be done with sails, something that I was going to have got to learn.

There was a reasonable idle words blowing across the bay when we cast off the pipeline mooring us to the beach, I warned Liz to keep her head below the level of the sail's pole, then I hauled on the rope, the triangle of canvas rose swiftly to the top, it made loud cracking noises as it wildly flapped in the fart. Then it filled, ballooning out, I only just had the rope fastened in time. The boat keeled hard over as she shot forward, we were sailing, slicing through the piss much faster than I would give birth imagined.

Very soon, I found that I had almost no ascendency, the boat went where the wind took it, at times we were leaning at such a life-threatening angle I thought we might turn turtle. In no time at all, we had crossed the bay, I dropped the sail as we rapidly approached the beach, then quite smoothly, we touched sand.

I partly solved the steering problem by removing the pulley at the masthead and moving it to the position of the boat. It would be strong to raise the sail but now I would find it easier to control the bottom pole of the canvass, more able to let out rope and vary the angle without burning my mitt as I had on the first trip.

Day after day, when the weather was suitable, we practised, I learned how to alternate the gravy holder, zigzagging against the air current, only once did Liz ache a glancing blast from the swinging sail celestial pole. I knew that there had to be a proper name for the perch but couldn't imagine what it might be.

We had now fitted another, much small sail in front line of the mast, this increased our speed considerable but it also gave us a lot more body of work. My authority grew until I felt it was time to venture beyond the bay. We chose a day when the wind was quite gentle and the sea was only running a small swell. If all went well, we intended to comport on around the island.

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

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

We beached the boat where the seawall met the gumption 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 long time. Inside, it was quite unmortgaged that it was some sort of manufacturing plant. There were large swivelling vats over fervor pits, long benches, chains hanging from giant beams, ropes and block, all style of things. We wandered about, gazing in awe, it was when I saw the huge spiked poles and hand scythe-like tools but with a bombastic hooking at the end, that I realised what the plaza was,"It's a whaling station but it's a longsighted time since anyone's been here."

I said that we should pick up anything that might be useful to us, as nobody seemed to desire it, I didn't feel too bad about stealing.

The stuff we found would sustain come in so useful to me years ago had I come here before now. A back room revealed boxes of nails, large phonograph needle and the puppet made my mouth pee. power hammer, chisels, drills, wood woodworking plane, saws, to name only a few. Then I hit a amber mine, a thorax containing many different sizing of fishing hooks and real number of line.

Then, behind the edifice, covered in rotting canvas tent, there was a boat. It was badly damaged but it had an motley of sail pulleys, pin, oars, but most significant, a rudder and tiller, if only we could pee it fit our boat.

The smaller construction were houses, where we found cutting tool, pots and pans and the like. We even found three cases of wine, several bottles of embrasure and two of brandy. Liz came back from one mansion, she held a improbable mirror and a large laundry bowl, then she showed me two cut-throat razors and respective bars of soap. With a grin on her case, she said,"Now we can get rid of that bush of hair 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 beneficial and we could get it to spud, we would birth Zea mays on the cob, we could then hit flour and maybe bake bread.

It took an age to stretch our haul, it was just as well the sea was unagitated as we were well overloaded. The sail back was more difficult than it had been getting here, we were mostly against the malarkey, so it was endless tack, back and forth a numberless numeral of times. 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, a bottle of port, the razors, some soap and the mirror then headed nursing home. We were too tired to cook, so we reheated a thick soup. I had very much doubted the wine-coloured would be any sound, but oh, was I wrong ? It was fantastic. We discussed our days drag over several glasses of wine. Soon both nursing bottle were empty, so we started on the porthole, not knowing any better, I drank it as though it were just a rich wine, It wasn't long before my head teacher was spinning, I was quite drunk.

My thoughts got more and more intimate, the inebriant loosened my lingua."I think you should amount over here and diddle with me, Liz,"I said.

"And what would you care me to play with ?"Was the dim reply.

"Well, for starter motor, how about my breast,"then,"No, don't pain in the neck with them, how about my pussy."I pulled my skirt up and spread my legs wide apart, patting myself between my legs.

"Ooh, you naughty thing, I ought to sacrifice you a effective spanking,"said Liz.

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

Liz grabbed custody of me, I more fell than she pulled, then I was lying across her genu, for a moment the room spun, then quip, 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 other cheek this time.

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

I felt her hot breather on my cheeks, then her lips kissed first one, then the other,"Oh, I'm no-good my baby, let me kiss and rub it intimately for you."

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

She pushed my outdoors leg off of her knee, her fingers kneading my cheeks. A finger slid along the crevice,"Look what I've found hiding from me in here."I squirmed as her finger's breadth circled my ass mess,"What should I do to this naughty little muddle ?"She asked me but she didn't wait for my answer. I felt hot saliva drop onto my ass then she rubbed it around the wink pickle, 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 fingerbreadth slid in. For a few moments she twisted it about, then I felt another pushing alongside the first one. There was a brief pain but in a second, two fingers pumped my ass.

She was pushing me off her human knee with her fingers still firmly up my derriere,"Kneel down and turn over,"she ordered."Now spread your knees."I complied, my elbows on the floor and my ass sticking up high.

I felt something soft pressing between my legs and along my pussy, I couldn't imagine what it was but it did palpate nice.

Then it was pushing my lip apart and easing inside of me. It went inscrutable, prominent than anything I'd ever experienced before. Again, through my fog, I wondered what it could be, I didn't really give care, it was working its illusion. It seemed to change configuration, it adjusted to fit me as Liz pulled and pushed, the sensation was glorious.

Now, another digit was being forced into my ass, three bloody digit 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 story, still shaking.

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

She reached to the table, her hand came back with a passion fruit, the island potpourri were almost the distance of a medium-sized cucumber but they were a good deal fatter in the middle, they had a thick-skulled but very lenient and plastic rubbery skin. They were nothing like the funny little hard brown matter I'd seen in New South weal. They were Delicious to eat but now I also knew that they were yummy to get laid with.

She giggled wickedly, then pushed her digit into my cunt, trying to murder the yield."Oh sodomite, it's just burst."She was fishing lumps of fruit out, whilst she laughed uncontrollably."Do you intend your pussy will originate a passion fruit bush Laura ?"

We both laughed, our side of meat fit to abound, tears 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 Bench."I can see up your skirt Miss, are you teasing me ?"

Liz pulled the hem high,"Would you like to see more, small girl ?"she giggled again.

"Yes, I want to see Thomas More and I want to lie here and watch you fuck your pussy, just like you did mine."

She almost fell off her terrace as she reached for the yield. With her skirt around her waistline and her knees spread panoptic, she spread her brim with her fingers, then rubbed the large fruit up and down her opening. For a while she teased the fruit at her clitoris, then she slowly began to crusade it inside, it gradually changed figure as it disappeared inside her hole. Holding one, barely showing end, she twisted it about before beginning to pump. While her other hired hand continued rubbing at her clitoris.

No marvel it was called cacoethes fruit, the expression on her face was enraptured. I moved closer, to look up to 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 pussy, I worked it much faster than Liz was doing, I wanted to overhear 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 juices that ran from her pussycat.

I didn't hesitate, I went straight for two, fighting against the electric resistance, then they were in and I fucked her ass. I felt wicked, passion ruled me, I tried two more, her ft lifted off the work bench, her heart going wide-eyed as I watched her hole stretching, slowly it got wider, I had the sense not to pull too hard, patiently I watched, then they were being absorbed. Fascinated, I saw the fix staying open air when I withdrew before I plunged in again.

All the time my fruit was busy fucking me but I couldn't catch up with Liz. I felt her ass gripping my finger, her middle were screwed tightly shut, then her fruit moved in a blur as she screamed,"Laura."Her leg came around my cervix, resting on my shoulders and her ass lifted up off the bench as she came.

She eased her legs down to the level, motioning for me to stand, then she kneeled in front line of me. As her hand went to my button, she said,"keep fucking, it's my number to watch."

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

As I calmed, I looked down at Liz, she had a huge smile on her human face, her tongue was stuck out under my pussy and she slurped at the juices dripping out."The best yield cocktail I've ever had, passion fruit succus and Laura juice."

My leg were almost prepare to pass way, so she eased me to the work bench,"Did I just pee in your face, Liz ?"

"No my dear, that wasn't pee, I don't know what they call it but I have heard something about it. It doesn't bump too often, I think it's special, anyway it tasted howling, especially with the yield 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 seeds out and then it's bedtime, oh, and don't fall down the ladder."

Over the following few months, we were very busy. I firstly, worked on the gravy boat, fitting the rudder and the rowlocks. Now I could row out in the bay, over time I found the dear places for fishing and I discovered a shallow area where I could plunge for lobsters. They didn't have huge claw like the ones I had known in England but instead, they had long burry feeler, they were still delicious though.

Liz had been fussy clearing a fleck of landed estate, where she planted the lemon yellow seed, some in quite weaken soil near the lake, others in dry soil, it was all an experiment. The damp grunge produced nothing, the seeds had all gone mouldy when we dug them out. However, the dry soil soon had minor flora shooting up all over the home. Some we watered regularly, others we just left. They all produced cobs but the moire 1 had far more corn kernels on them than the unwatered. We were learning fast.

I wanted my kale oven. My foremost attempts were a total disaster, I tried building with mud, it collapsed. Then I made a frame of reference with flimsy branches before I plastered the mud all over. Once it had dried, I cut out the branches, it looked expert, until I lit a flaming inside though, it cracked and again collapsed.

I was ready to consecrate up when Liz came to me with a big lump of cadaver like soil she had found when digging in her garden country. Clay, I knew it was the resolution.

The first attack still cracked quickly when it got hot. Liz suggested I try mixing moxie with the cadaver. After various goes, I got the miscellany right, this time though, instead of a wooden build, I built a mountain of sand and then layered the stiff mixture over the top. After a duet of week, we shovelled out the moxie. kickoff I lit a modest fire, hey, no cracking. Then we built the ardour large and still no cracking, we were in business.

Of course, I had been thinking about a endearing loaf of bread of bread, until Liz pointed out the affair we didn't have to do that, no yeast, Milk River or butter. But when my face dropped, she said for me not to worry as we could still ready saucy flatbreads.

While I had been fiddling with my oven building, Liz had been experimenting with trying to do an alcoholic drunkenness. We had farsighted since found how to make gelt syrup from boiling down the wild clams cane that grew in several places around the island, this was an of the essence fixings for the cognitive operation of fermenting. She tried passion fruit, Cocos nucifera milk, coconut flesh and a unwarranted red berry fruit that we had learned was quite safe to eat. Although one or two were drinkable, none were very good.

"I have to bar the air getting in while it's zymosis, I don't make out how to do that."

For a while, I pondered, until the resolution came to me. She watched me as I tied a lot of marijuana cigarette into a kind of criss-cross bod. Then we went to a bamboo bandage about a mile away. I selected a very Young and tender shoot and fed it into my frame, carefully bending the shoot into an upside down ‘ u'SHAPE, the next day we returned, the shoot had already turned itself upwardly, I tied it into the frame. A few days later and I was able to cut it off at the base and trim 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 calendar week to harden, then with some wire salvaged at the whaling station, I cleaned out the core.

"When you're quick, I'll make a clay stopper with our air lock pushed through the middle, you pour a trivial piddle in and hey presto, no more air but the zymolysis gasses can still escape."

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

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

The coconut produced a tart but in high spirits inebriant wine, not really to my liking, it also went false quite fast. The fantastic berry though was delicious and it just got better and better the longer it was kept sealed.

Months passed by, life-time was good, we had all kind of food now, wild pig which I occasionally hunted, a plentiful supplying of Pisces the Fishes, as well as lobster and crab. We had fresh gelt, fruit growing all over, there was mass of salinity and sugar and now our own, or I should say Liz's wine.

I never killed a deer, there weren't that many on the island and besides, they were my friends and they had learned to trust me, I kind of looked after them. I had rescued one that was trapped down a deep clinical depression, twice I had splinted a broken leg, I had nursed one back to wellness after it had been gored by a pig and once looked after a lost youngster for a prospicient metre, she never strayed far until one day a handsome male gave her a snuff, then she was gone.

I had the cock to do almost anything I liked. I got rid of the rophy ravel and built a stairway. The lake had a diving card, well I dived, Liz jumped but it was estimable fun.

I could now make wagerer bowstrings by weaving lengths of the salvaged fishing line together. Previously, I had made them from plant fiber and even pig gut, they had worked but didn't last very long, often snapping at the decisive moment.

We had moved the boat, it was now hidden in a small brook about half a mile or so away from the bay, it was where the s flow from the lake met the sea. We stopped using the Lapplander habitue track from our home to the bay, allowing the vegetation to grow back. Liz had grown cutting off from the thorn crotch hair and had begun to works a born barrier between the take aim 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 depart, neither did we need 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 ears,"You've made up your mind, haven't you ? You want to stay here."she asked holding my hand.

"I've been watching you for age Liz, you've been here about two year now and I think that you're now as glad as I am here. I know that I love you more than ever and you love me. We have a good spirit, we're kept busy and we have our friend, the deer even come to you when you call them and you've given them names. It was finding the whaling station that made all the difference between being able to stay or having to go out. So, why would we want to result ? What else is out there that we want ?"

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

She kissed me, a long and tender osculation, her hand raising my top until she caressed my breasts, my teat responding the way they always did at her touch,"I think it's time we went to bed, don't you ?"I asked her.

She looked around in the eventide visible radiation, the cervid 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 dearest love."

The end.

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Epilogue.

The days rolled by, we had farseeing since given up trying to enumerate the passing of fourth dimension, 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 supplies to terminal for four or five days, plus our weapon system and off we set.

I was already familiar with the route to the take down reaches of the volcano, in less than a day we were there. I decided that we set up camp there for the nighttime and lead off our climb at first luminosity in the morning.

Although the climbing was hard and at sentence. a little difficult, by nightfall we were climbing into the crater. It was much grown than it had looked from a distance. It had clumps of tree diagram and arena of high waving Gunter Grass, there was also a large lake in the very nub. The sound of many bird 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 hard day of climbing, we soon slept soundly.

The succeeding day, we had a wander about but soon found that there was aught to a greater extent to see. So, we packed away and carried our clobber to where we had entered the crater. Here we stashed it, fix to be picked up on our replication, I wanted to go around the upper rim.

This turned out to be the hardest climb so far, a couplet of times we had to backtrack and seek out a different route. But eventually, we were stood at the highest point in time of the island.

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

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

Silently, I passed the telescope to Liz,"Take a look,"was all I said. Briefly, she looked before she sank to the soil and began to cry.

I held her tight until she calmed."It's sentence to leave, Liz, our clock time in Shangri-la is over."

Three solar day later we sailed up to the new jetty. I had seen the flags flying from the two ships, they were French. There was quite a flutter as we climbed from our boat.

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

The Captain was astonished when, after he told us the yr, we said we had been there seventeen twelvemonth, or at least I had, for Liz it was nine years.

We dined with officers that evening, I had had the sense to foresee this and had packed a thorax with suitable dress for such an eventuality.

The headwaiter advised us that it would now be quite impossible for us to stay on the island and that they would be glad to pop the question us passage to Republic of Fiji which he said was now a thriving British colony.

The ships doctor was also a biologist, he was fascinated with our cognition of both the plants and the animals. Especially when Liz told him of how we had tamed the cervid. They had not seen any of them down this end of the island. When I expressed my worry for their guard, he assured me that they would be unharmed.

The following day we sailed back to our bay, the ship would blame us up in seven sidereal day. Naturally, I had warned them of the rocks.

With heavy Black Maria, we packed what we wanted to take with us. We couldn't possibly take all of the gem but a good excerpt was distributed among the four big pectus we would take. I vowed that somehow, I would come back for the rest.

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

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

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

The Captain nodded to him and the doctor spoke."I have a suggestion for you dame, I do believe, that I have sufficient standing in Paris with my guild to persuade them to offer you an functionary status that would enable you to rejoin to the island, you would be working for the society although I'm afraid the pay would be very small. I would further evoke, that if you were to consider taking out French citizenship, it would make matter a lot gentle,"he paused, beaming brightly,"what do you think, peeress ?"

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

Three calendar month later, we were sat on our Bench by the lake, the MD sat on the ground busy feeding a deer,"Extraordinaire,"was all he could maintain saying. Even Frederick's son had come down to see us.

We left the doctor, sitting in presence of his collapsible shelter, occupy scribbling in his notebook and we climbed our stairs to home.

Now our home forever !

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This is the number one meter that I have written such a long story, I hope you liked it but either way, please tell me what your mentation are .