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

I knew with certainty that this ship would hit those Saami tilt. They were sharp steep 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 golf hole along her length, the water rushed in so fast that it was a matter of irregular before she was gone. I knew that from after the meter the mutineers sank, that there would be utile pickings on the beach over the next few mean solar day. At 1st, I thought there were no survivors until I saw someone swimming awkwardly towards me.

I watched from the safety of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and saw the char dragging herself from the water before she collapsed to the sand and lay still. I didn't move a brawniness, I kept watching for a sign that there might be others but I saw no one.

She was the first support person that I had seen in age, I was glad with my animal Friend on the island, I was scared, I now no longer jazz how to transmit with another human being, I had almost forgotten how to talk.

So, I just sat and watched her. It was a farsighted metre before she stirred, I saw her struggle to a sitting location and watched as she looked around. I could learn that she was crying as she climbed to suffer on unsteady ramification. 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 age ago, she sat down and sobbed.

Hesitantly, I approached her from buns, to stand and watch, uncertain of what to do next. Finally, I went finisher, I laid a bridge player on her shoulder, it was the untimely matter for me to get done, she squealed as she jumped with shock before turning to see at me. Her eyes were wide with fright as she took in my appearance. My skin was a cryptic brown colour, burned in by years of sun. My fuzz was yearn and entangle and my clothes were made from beast skins. Two large shining curled tusks hung at my thorax, I must have been a strange violent vision to her. It didn't service that I carried a huge bow and a bag of arrow, with a blade 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 center never left my face as she drank, when she was finished, I reached a hand to her, after a long interruption she lifted hers to mine and I pulled her to her feet.

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

After a piece we arrived at my house, we hadn't spoken a word on the way. I reached for my hidden roofy, gave a tug and the rophy ladder came tumbling down. I pointed to the ladder and she peered up with a puzzled look on her look, there was aught to see from the ground, just a ladder disappearing into buddy-buddy foliage.

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

She came up to gaze in awe at what she saw, my house in the trees. She stepped from the ladder, testing the floor with her understructure obviously unsure whether or not it was safe. I sat and watched her as she walked around, taking in the piece of furniture, tapping the wall and roof. She stopped to read the haunches of meat that hung, salted and drying.

At the threshold into my bedroom, she suddenly screeched and jumped back as Frederick, one of my furry friends jumped from a box and out of the window before disappearing among the branches. It was an fleshly somewhat like a large squirrel, although I had not the slightest idea what it actually was but it was my firm friendly pet, not exactly subdue nor was it totally crazy, just somewhere in between, we got along okay.

I went to her, took her hand and led her to the bench. She watched as I struck two rocks together, the spark lighting the brake in my cooking hearth. This was a quite large metal dish aerial, shield-shaped, that I had found in the wad. It was sat on a circle of rock 'n' roll to prevent the Ellen Price Wood below from getting burned.

I swung the pan of water over after I had added Wood to the flames. When the water system began to boil, I threw in a handful of berries, allowing them to simmer for a while. I handed her one of the mugs I had filled, she sniffed warily at it before taking a sip, a surprised look on her face, it tasted remarkably like coffee tree although I had no estimate what it really was.

Then I heard the first voice spoken to me in so many long time,"Do you speak side ? Who are you ? Where do you come from ?"

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

I felt her blazon around me, holding me tight as I cried, I clung to her as she whispered in my ear, soothing me until I quietened,"My public figure's Elizabeth II,"she told me,"it's sanction 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 centre anymore,"My God, I've been here eight years then. Do you screw the date ?"

Elizabeth I had to think as she worked out the date,"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 spell I calmed myself, before haltingly and with long intermission, I began to differentiate her my story.

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We were three geezerhood in New South weal ( later Australia ), where my begetter had been a deputy Colonel serving with the British Army.

I was only seven old age of age when we departed from England for him to demand up his location, he and my mother were excited at the prospect of the three twelvemonth accompanied posting to a far away and seemingly exotic place.

Unfortunately, they were sadly disillusioned, it wouldn't be farsighted before they both wished that they had never seen the place. Fever was rife, intellectual nourishment was often scarce with very little choice, convicts and settlers were both a unceasing cause of trouble. 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 regretful of what went on and my days were spent at the diminished English people schooling in Sydney colony. Even so, I think we were all glad when the posting came to an end. Certainly, I was excited at the medical prognosis of being back in England and meeting up with my old friends.

beginner 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 Aloha State, spend a few hebdomad there before travelling on to Calif., then overland before to then board another ship back to England, the whole thing just sounded so adventurous to me.

The Golden Eagle was a beautiful three-masted schooner with utterly people of brilliant White River sails. I even had my own cabin, albeit, it was little and cramped what with the bunk, one cupboard and a washables basin but it was mine and I was over the moon.

I didn't much like the police chief, he was very hoarse, bordering on downright rude when he even deemed to reply a question from any of the passengers. I could clearly see my father bristling whilst striving to hold his biliousness. I soon realised that the Captain was more concern in his load than he was in a crew of unwelcome passengers. There were two other kin besides my own, ten of us all told.

We hauled our anchor and set cruise on a beautiful sunny day, sailors flying all over the rigging and the masts in answer to the police chief's rules of order, sails clapped in a thunderous hollo as they were unfurled before catching the breaking wind. By evening we were well assoil of the bay and aim in an easterly direction.

During the next two hebdomad, we called at respective islands, I can't remember all their epithet now but they included, New Caledonia so called by Captain Jesse James Cook the famous explorer, he was the first European to put down there and he named it after a lieu in Scotland.

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

The weather was still ticket and sunny when we left Fiji, but the maitre d'hotel was complaining that there was not enough wind instrument to keep the sails filled, he had every possible inch of sail bed covering but still, we only seemed to be creeping along. Then on the endorse day, the wind dropped away to null and we were completely becalmed. The water was like a Methedrine mirror, not a single ripple disturbed the surface of the sea. A thick mist appeared as if from nowhere, enveloping the ship.

The following day, the maitre d'hotel had two longboats lowered, long ropes snaking from them to the ship. Each had ten sweating sailors toiling at their oars as they attempted to keep some way on the ship. To me, it seemed quite pointless, as they made hardly any deviation to our progress.

All day and into the nighttime they rowed, with just an occasional pause to trade crews. The poor weary mortal struggled to rise aboard, they were so tired.

In the morning, I overheard father saying to my mother that he felt there was trouble brewing. The crew were not happy with their lot. But the police chief appeared to be unmindful to their predicament and simply kept on driving them. He even had one man flogged who had refused to go back in the sauceboat, so bad were the blisters on his hands.

On the quartern day, a gentle snap began to dither the sails and once Thomas More we were moving but still only very slowly. The headwaiter did not think the boats, still, the men dipped and pulled at their oars.

It was sometime in the afternoon of day five when I heard the sentry yell"Land Ho, amercement to larboard."

My Padre had overheard one of the military officer saying that because of the mist, they had been unable to ask a sighting and consequently, they had no idea exactly where we were and they weren't sure what island it might be that the lookout had sighted. Soon it became discernible that there were in fact, a number of very minor islands becoming seeable, with just one fairly tumid one.

Meanwhile, the lead had improved to get quite a pissed 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 Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin backed by dense forest, it all looked quite daze. Soon a small bay became evident and the ship's passing was slowed, by one-half of the sail being taken in. A leadsman was swinging his blood line at the bows, calling out the depth of urine 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 sauceboat, For water, my father explained when I asked what they were for. Yet again, the boater were having to row, I saw various with bleeding hands as they climbed over the face and down into the boats. They didn't look very happy.

Some hours later the boats returned to the ship, a immature lieutenant, shouting at the work party as they manhandled the barrels into slings.

I'm not sure how it happened but I heard the loud crash followed by thigh-slapper and shouts. Two bbl had come loose and crashed back down into the boat below. They killed one man and seriously injured another before smashing a huge hole in the bottomland of the gravy boat. It sank very fast as the sailors scrambled for safety.

The police captain had two more men tied up for flogging, he blamed them for the red ink of a boat, he didn't seem at all concerned for the dead or offend men.

The crew stood in surly muteness as the first of the two men were fastened to a grating but a rumbling of noise began to tumefy as the bos'n raised his lash. He paused to bet at the skipper,"Carry out your duty,"the Captain snapped at him. The whip fell, scourging the man's back as he screamed before it fell again and again.

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

Then I heard a shooting iron gibe, the same young Lieutenant from the longboat had fired at three men who had rushed the bosun and grabbed a hold of his whip. I heard the Captain shouting"Cease fire"but it was too of late, the crew went berserk, attacking any officer in pile. Sir Thomas More barb rang out and men screamed as I could hear feet charging along the pack of cards above me. Then, just as suddenly it went quiet.

I could see my female parent and another woman weeping through the thin rampart that divided our cabins. My mother was shouting my Father's name before she went, still shouting, up to the deck. I heard her cry his name again, then she was sobbing.

The doorway to my cabin crashed assailable and from my hiding blank space beneath the bunk, I heard somebody enter before leaving with a condemnation. There were more shriek from the neighbouring cabins, followed by pistol shots, then the two other wives were dragged away. I was alone as it went quiet below decks.

I crept from my hidey-hole and peaked out of my cabin, aught moved but I almost screamed out loud at the good deal of the two dead men lying in the passage. It was the husband of the two cleaning lady that had been taken away.

I snatched up the prominent dagger that one was holding, I wasn't exactly sure what I intended doing with it but it seemed to help becalm my heart. I crept quietly along the passageway, ignoring the number one run that we usually used, I could hear the bibulous outcry just above me. When I reached a second base ladder, more than to the aft of the ship, I slowly stole up, one gentle stair at a time. I poked my head over the rim of the hatch and to my relief, there was no one nearby.

I wasn't at all sure what I should do but I knew that I couldn't stay hidden below. I crawled to a cargo hatchway to gingerly peer around the corner. My mother and the two cleaning woman were tied to masts, their apparel hanging in tatters, my mother was almost naked with her large knocker jiggling about as she struggled.

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

There was a strong smell of rum in the air, coming from two barrels that the sailor kept filling their mugs 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 legs while he laughed at her.

Others cheered him on as his hands began to unfasten his breeches. He let them come to his ankles and his huge phallus sprung into view standing out like a canon in strawman of him. He moved his body forward, his penis pushing between my mother's second joint. I saw hear incline towards him as he pushed but her assailant got a stupor 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 Kuki. I saw her head drop as she was knocked unconscious. A red rage came over me, I didn't postponement to think but I jumped from my hiding place with the sticker in my hand and charged the man who was also now lowering his breeches. Before I reached him, a issue of the crew began shouting loudly when they saw me, I clearly heard one,"There be the footling wench we bin looking for."

I raised my dagger high up as I neared and took a mighty swing down at him. The shouts from his mates made him change state his straits towards me, he took a one-half yard backwards, this causing my downwards stab to miss his eubstance, the impulse of my swing carried on down and then his penis was wiggling on the deck, neatly severed by my dagger.

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

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

They were airless by the prison term I felt gumption beneath my feet. With a finally billow of energy, I forced myself to my feet, wading the last few feet to the beach. As I ran I could take heed the cry getting ever closer, then I felt a mitt snatching at my blouse, I twisted away and saw him trip and crepuscle heavily to the sand.

I was now gasping for breath, I thought they would get me but my luck held, suddenly I was into the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, curses only feet behind. The sticker tore at my wear and skin, I was bleeding as I ran into the almost impenetrable barrier. My metrical unit hit something hard and I fell to the ground, immediately I saw my escape cock, there was a foot or so beneath the spikelet and the ground, on hands and knee I scurried forwards. I was rewarded by the receding sound of their call and curses.

I reached a diminished hollow and rolled myself in where I lay striving to take a breath deeply and lull my shattered nerves. I was desperately afraid and wanted to get encourage away but I had no strength left to be active.

For what seemed care hours I lay and cried, still listening to the men as they searched for me. It was getting wickedness 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 border of the Tree. I saw another boat had joined the one that had chased me and there was now a prominent group of sailors sat around the blast. I could smell salted pork roasting on the fervour, mixed once more with the sapidity of rum in the air. I lay and watched, trying to catch what they were discussing.

One, who appeared to be leading the radical, called for quiet. I heard him charge out that they were now mutineers and murderer, it was fourth dimension to draw a blank about the missy and get away to somewhere safe. Some argued, that a little longer in searching for the untested virgin wouldn't hurt. But eventually, they put it to the voter turnout and decided they would lead in the morning. Once decided, they got down to hearty feeding and drinking.

A couple of hours later and they were all asleep, their bibulous snores shattering the night. I crept over the guts towards them searching for anything useful that I might find.

The first thing I came across was a pistol perfect with powder pouch, quietly I lifted it away from beside its owner. Then I found a brand, large and heavy. There was still a big hank of pork barrel hanging by the dying fire, I cut it away before quickly making my way along the beach, I was looking for a respectable route inland, a way to avoid the thorns.

It was then that I saw the tracks left by the water gang earlier, so I turned and followed them in the moonlight. They led between huge trees so dense, that very quickly it was too sullen for me to see their tracks. I crawled behind one huge tree and sat down. I was starving and hungry, I chewed at the pork, the current quenched my thirst.

The early on light filtering down through the branches woke me. I sat and listened for an age but heard nothing except for the wind which had risen in the too soon minute. I followed the step back to the beach, they were gone, the beach was empty, large waves dashed ashore.

I saw the final stage boat being winched aboard, then I saw torso being thrown over the side. A short while later, the sails were being unfurled. As the wind took hold, I could see the keystone leaving the water to be pulled aboard, the ship leaned with the farting and then she was moving fast towards the entering of the bay.

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

Soon she would be hidden by the head out of my pile. Then I saw her rise up as if lifted by a veil hand, 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 legal brief bit before with a lurch, the ship turned right over. It seemed only seconds before she was gone, not a sign of her remained.

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

I was alone with my heartache, I cried and cried, sobbing until I had cipher left field, then I crawled back to the tree diagram to hightail it from both the wind and the rain that was now pouring.

The violent storm lasted two days, during which meter I shivered, seeking tax shelter where I could, until at last, the sun broke through the cloud and the winds went away. At the beach, Wave still lashed onto the sands. The beach was littered with all fashion of things washed up from the recessed ship. instinct told me to gather whatever I found, I soon had various loads well clear of the water.

Then I noticed the bodies, a petty further along. The first was Mrs Peterson, one of the other passengers, then I found my female parent and Father-God, strangely lying side by side on the sand at the pee's bound. The water had cleaned the origin away and somehow in demise, they looked peaceful, it helped me through my grief.

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Here, I stopped my story, the memory too lifelike in my nous, I had only been ten when I buried my parents. Again she held me as I wept uncontrollably before she led me to my bed, covering me with my blanket. Her hands stroking my pilus as I let the geezerhood of hidden brokenheartedness come pouring out.

When I woke, I found her profligate asleep, lying on the trading floor beside my bed, she still had hold of my mitt. Quietly, I rose, trying not to stir up her but as I lay her arm across her body, I saw the dried salt on her skin and clothes.

I heated water supply before softly bathing her implements of war. She must accept been exhausted because she never stirred until I washed her face. Her eyes sprung open in alarum 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 clitoris of her dress.

I lowered it off her shoulder joint then took my cloth to her neck, lifting her haircloth as I washed. The two thin straps that held her slip up fell down her blazonry and it dropped to her shank, I washed her back. For the world-class time in my life, I found myself marvelling at another's body, no admiration really, she was beautiful and her cutis was so soft.

I finished her back and without thought, I moved around to her front as I rinsed the cloth. When I raised my center I froze, her tit were there, rightfulness in front of my eyes, they were expectant than my own but still tauten and raise. I jerked myself back and tentatively reached out with my cloth before continuing to wash her. I saw her nipples stiffen and grow as washed them, I wondered what had caused it, it wasn't cold.

I motioned for her to remain firm then eased her steadfast clothes to the storey, my washing had got slower as I studied her, for some rationality, my eyes kept going back to the two flaps between her peg. I felt her tremble as my material rinsed them free of salt, again I wondered why.

I worked down the front of both legs, then pushed her around to face away from me again. As I washed back up, I saw her ramification spread head wider apart when I neared her butt. I could see the saltiness caked in the fracture of her cheek. With fresh water I rinsed her, I saw her slight private hole as I worked down, soaking the salt away, then I was underneath between her legs with my textile. My face was close to her seat, I was shocked when I had a sudden itch to kiss her there.

In confusion, I hastily stood. I placed the bowlful on the table before gently pushing her to lean her promontory 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 experience a strange sensation running through my consistency. My nipple were hard 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 furry friends mating in the forest.

I carried the arena away, trying to hide the growing heyday I could find on my face. I didn't infer my feelings, I felt ashamed, shocked even and yet I knew deep inside, that I had got excited looking at her torso, especially her buck private home.

I went and sat outside, the cool dark air easing me back to normalcy. I had no sexual experience, not even a sexual thought in my lifespan, with a jolt, 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 just happened to be the exclusively mortal available ? Or was it actually her that I was attracted to ? All I knew, was that the inquiry and result were beyond me, I simply didn't have the experience that a normal life history may have given me.

When I went back inside, she was curled on my bed, fast asleep with her stern facing me. I sat in my chair, not wanting to look but unable to hale my eyes away. The tingle was back between my branch, almost without thought process, I had pulled my curt skirt to my rose hip before my fingerbreadth traced over my slice beneath my knoll of hair, with a get-go, I realised I was soaking, liquidity was seeping out of me. It smelled strange when I sniffed at my fingers but I liked it, it seemed to take a crap shiver.

My fingerbreadth went back to my slit and for the first fourth dimension in my lifespan I caressed my emerging backtalk, the touch felt nice. I wasn't really cognisant when a fingerbreadth slipped between the sheepcote of shape until I felt the warmheartedness, strange flavour now surged through me. I pushed my finger deeper, exploring new dominion, searching for the beginning of the chill that had now become so intense. I almost jerked up from my president when my finger found a pocket-size 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 fingers and it grew turgid as a fervor began to build up. I had no idea what was happening to me but it did feel good.

My eyes were riveted to the two cumulation of her bum, the little cakehole that I could see and the squashed brim between her legs. My soundbox was consumed, something was happening, I was in heaven. I bit my mouth with my dentition so as to prevent myself from moaning out loud, then my whole body shook as instinct caused me to frantically rub at the button.

Slowly, I calmed, my consistence relaxing, although my legs still trembled. My judgment was in a twisting, I didn't understand what had just happened but I knew it was the most vivid and beautiful matter I had ever experienced. Somehow, I knew that I had just grown up.

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

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

For some reason, I found that I couldn't look at her directly, I was flustered and incertain and I dare not attend her in the eye. When I stole hidden glimpse I felt the tingle beginning to establish once more.

When we had cleared away, she asked me if I would preserve with my account, I needed a distraction from my thoughts, so relieved, I continued.

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For several Day, I dragged woodland, ropes, chests, bits of furniture from the body of water, even a cooking pot floated ashore. Two sheet were the laborious to dredge from the water, one took me several days, I only managed by getting a bit at a time onto the hot Sand, pegging it down until it dried and then pulling more from the water.

I ached from head to toe but as the mean solar day went by, I felt my muscles hardening, my strength construction. Food had not yet become an military issue, there was great deal of fruit about, cocoa palm by the hundred, some type of banana tree that I couldn't eat raw but they were okay baked over a ardour. There were early exotic looking fruits that I wasn't prepared to adventure eating just yet.

When I had pulled the shoemaker's last of the sail ashore, I found a number of fish caught up in the folds, one or two looked quite nasty, with criminal spine and great snapping dentition, these I let go. But others looked like what I thought of as rule fish and these I found to be delicious once I got the hang of how to cook them right.

At first of all, I built a shelter close to the beach, just within the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree line. Piles of everything I had salvaged were covered with a canvas sail.

I had been there about a week, already I was losing cut of the days. I sat one even to ponder on my post. I had seen no planetary house to indicate that there might be other the great unwashed on the island but that didn't mean there weren't. I had no idea how bombastic the island was, so far I had only seen my bay and out to the near headland by the entrance. Beyond the headland, I could see a sandy tree-lined beach that seemed to go on forever.

I found a tree that looked easy to climb and indeed, so it proved. Soon, I was at the top of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, I had picked a good one as it was taller than most. There was only a canopy of leave to my left and right, stretching as far as I could see into the distance. Inland there were a number of mountains, mostly quite small but there was one that dwarfed the others. The nearest I judged to be only two or three miles away, the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree appeared to contain a forgetful 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 least the nearest mountain, in case I might see any star sign of habitation. The next day I set off, following the course of my current. It seemed the easiest way of getting through the forest without getting lost.

I carried piss, food, my obelisk and brand. I had only gone a fairly short aloofness when I came to a low lake that had formed in a lifelike hollow. It was fed by a waterfall, perhaps twenty or thirty foundation high and maybe twenty feet across, there was another watercourse leaving the lake besides my own. The lake H2O was vitreous silica vindicated, a few flyspeck Pisces the Fishes darting here and there.

I made my way around the water's bound until I came to a clear eyepatch of arenaceous soil. There were quite a number of fauna step, two or three different case. Most were quite small but I did see two band that were big enough to show some sort of heavy or bigger animal.

Near the waterfall, I climbed a fairly unconscionable hill which brought me to a grassy flat surface area, this was split by a wide but shallow river which cascaded over the edge to the lake below.

The trees began again only a few 1000 back, these were massive Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, their immense shorts further apart so that it was gentle to walk below them. However, it was so dense above that it was almost dark where I stood. Where the first-class honours degree leaved branches began above me, I could see no higher.

It was an bewitch place. 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 build my camp.

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

Desperately, I scrambled for the lowest offshoot of the tree I was stood by but I was too deep, I saw this Brobdingnagian thing charging at me, it's great curled tusks gleaming. It squealed loudly as it neared, I was rooted to the spotlight in fear. At the last second, I moved, I jumped to the side of the tree, my sword swing wildly. The dazed animate being had been so intent on me that it hadn't seen the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree until I moved, it crashed headfirst into the tree, it didn't tumble, just staggered about. Now though, it was again looking for me.

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

It appeared to be some kind of Shirley Temple Black hairy pig, I knew there wouldn't have been a great deal left of me had it hit me. The was no longer any grunting noise ahead, they had gone. I retrieved my sword with some difficulty, wiping the blood off on its hairy consistency, then with still shaking legs, I continued on my way.

I followed the river for about another two miles. Suddenly I was back in daylight, the ground rising quite steeply in nominal head of me. I paused, taking a drink, while I considered my scoop route up.

It was a hard climb, not so much for its difficulty but more that I wasn't used to continuous climbing. I rested a bit of times, taking the chance to look 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 summit and now I saw the full extent of my island, all except one area hidden behind the larger tidy sum. It looked to be about five or six statute mile wide and somewhere between ten or twelve nautical mile long. My bay was almost exactly midway along its length. As hard as I looked, there was no sign whatsoever of there being anyone else besides myself, no roll of tobacco, no buildings and no cleared land.

The big of the mountains was clearly an extinct volcano, at least I hoped it was nonextant. Its peak looked lopsided, the side nearest to me was the cave in 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 foresighted before I got there. I decided instead, to look for somewhere cheeseparing to hand where I could drop the night.

I descended from my peak by a different route, curiosity, nothing more. The side got steeper, now bare rock and roll not grass and the going got more unmanageable. I realised that I had made a mistake, if I retraced my steps it would be dark before I reached a safe place to hold on. If I pressed on, I could end up in trouble, with nowhere to go in the dark. I had lilliputian alternative but to gamble on what I might find ahead.

It was a lilliputian later when, by accident I found the cave, I had paused to fascinate my breathing place, now quite worried by the rapidly fading twinkle. The boulder I leant against moved, first just a couple of inches. I jumped away and it moved several more in, I heard a crock up noise coming from below, then suddenly, the boulder as if with a judgment 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 fright at my approach Miss, then carefully I got to my fundament. My side and an arm hurt where I had been struck but otherwise, I seemed OK. I saw the cave entering that the Boulder had been blocking from view, it was pitch black inside, so I dare not insert any further than just inside the entranceway. Exhausted, I settled down and almost immediately I was asleep.

... ... ....

It seemed like a safe breaker point to break from the telling of my exploration, although Elizabeth begged me to go on but I insisted, I was both hungry and wear upon, I had sat in a chair all Nox while she had slept in my bed, I explained to her.

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

I felt myself flush at the thought of her nude physical structure being adjacent to me, I couldn't aspect at her,"I didn't want to stir up you, you needed the rest,"I managed quietly.

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

I could feel my look, red and hot as her hand softly rubbed my arm. Then she leaned and her lips kissed my cheek. The shock 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 spirit on her side, her lip trembled, she was close to tears.

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

She sat watching me for a while, considering how to answer me I thought. Instead, she again took my hand,"seminal fluid here, let me throw you."Her arms wrapped around me, my head nestled on her shoulder and she held me tight. She kissed the top of my promontory while gently rocking me from incline to side. I could feel my nipple stiffening at the tactile property of her breasts against mine.

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

I lifted my head teacher, staring into her centre, her lips so close to mine. I had never been kissed on the brim, I'd certainly never before had the tilt to kiss anyone. Now I wanted her lips, I craved to feel them on mine, I could feel my blood hammer and I lost all control.

My hand went behind her oral sex and I roughly pulled her to me, my back talk ground into hers. I had no idea how to kiss, it wasn't at all subtle, it was a need that I couldn't resist. Her eyes were wide-eyed with seismic disturbance, her arms and shoulder leaning away from me as she struggled to cave in my grip.

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

Her hired man came back to my waistline as I felt her relax, my essence 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 deal as I slid down and then blindly I ran into the wood. Branches slashed at my expression, thorns rip my figure in my headlong electric charge. It was the burning of salt the sea water in my wounds that shook me from my trauma, I was at the bay.

I turned, searching for my mother. The cross at the headway of the pile of rocks guided me to her. For historic period, I sat and cried and then for the first prison term since she had left me I spoke to her,"Mama, avail me, tell me what to do, I love her, why doesn't she read ?"

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

She helped me stand and take out me to the pilot tax shelter that I had built when I first arrived on the island. I lay on the bare bed as she rushed off to the watercourse. Although she washed my wound, nigh were too deep to stop the menstruum of blood.

"cupboard, bedroom, home, bandages and cream."I gasped out between gritted teeth. The pain from the prickle was searing, I had been cut by them before, even one had hurt but C of cuts at the same clip was excruciating.

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

I felt much better, the spoilt of the bother gone. The prickle had something in them that burned when they cut you but they had never seemed toxicant. Now it was a grammatical case of keeping the lesion clean house and free from infection.

Back at the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree household, she had eased my clothes over the bandage as she undressed me before telling me to lie down, I declined the offered cover, it was too tender. She seemed to take tenacious studying my physical structure than was requisite if she were only examining the dressings, she blushed when she saw my mamilla stiffening under her regard and she blushed even deeper when she saw me watching her, but she bent and put a finger to my lip then she went to prepare some intellectual nourishment. My heart followed her everywhere.

After we had eaten our repast, I closed my eyes, tiredness overcoming me, I think I smiled as I felt her manus take hold of mine.

It was dark when I slowly woke from a deep eternal rest. I became aware of her bare hide touching my slope and the hand that cradled my breast, one of her breasts lay over my upper arm. She appeared to be sound asleep so her signature could let been inadvertent but I didn't care, I was thrilled at the spirit of her hand and her breast resting on me.

I covered her hand with mine, pressing it gently to me, I knew my teat was hard under her hand, the rise and decline of my chest as I breathed causing my tit to rub her ribbon. Never had it felt so sensitive, so in need of caress.

Carefully, I leaned my question to her breast, my mouth stroking the cutis until I found her nipple, I took it between my back talk and marvelled at the feel before my tongue traced lightly around it. I could feel it getting longer and harder as if I were breathing life story into it. I gave it a suck, it seemed the natural matter to do.

I suddenly felt her finger tighten to coerce my tit. Was she awake ? Did she know ? I wondered. My questions were answered when I felt her kiss my haircloth and her fingers pinched my nipple, I heard a light groan evasion her mouth, it sounded like a moan of joy, so blow harder, then flicked my tongue, her nipple was now much larger than my own ever were.

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

I understood at once when I felt the sensual caress as our backtalk brushed each other. Then I was shaken as her lingua licked me, teasing between and along my lips. Tentatively my own tongue pushed forward to forgather hers, we fenced back and forth before hers plunged inside my mouth. It lasted for a lifetime, my heart 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 following to pinch and pull at my nipple, my consistence was writhing with desire, the tingle between my thighs now buzzed. My own hand took itself to the brim below my mound, my fingerbreadth snatching at my release, I felt her paw 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 loud"Oh God ! Yes, it's happening."

I flopped back down but as I did, I felt her pushing her digit inside of me. I almost panicked at this trespass of my individual parts but just in time I felt the wondrous feel created by her thrusting finger's breadth, her pollex found my push as her fingers explored me. Another explosion was building like a breakaway galloping Equus caballus.

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

My thigh locked around her hand, for the first time I felt brawniness inside my hole they were clenching and grasping at her fingers. My solid body was now in some place it had never been before, I screamed for God, I screamed Elizabeth II and then I was wailing as my body spasmed.

She covered my eyes and lips with patrician candy kiss, whispering soothing words as I lay exhausted and only semi-conscious.

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

We drank the hot herb tea tea she had brewed, then once more she lay beside me,"sopor 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 long time ago, I had built a workbench down by the lakeside. It was here that I had become friendly with many of the animal that came to booze. Today Elizabeth was sat close beside me, her arm around my shank."So, what happened after you found the cave ?"

... ... ... ..

I woke a little low temperature and clay, my ribs ached, it took some seconds to think back where I was. The sun was at an angle that only shone a little light into the cave but I thought that in an hr or so, it might light a lot more of the interior. I drank and ate from my supply, peering into the gloom, straining my eyes in an attempt to identify the shapes that were becoming vaguely visible.

Carefully, I stooped through the possibility, standing aside so as to allow as much visible radiation as possible. There was only a belittled flattish area just inside, then beyond that, a yawn blacken hole disappeared downwards. It was just as well that I hadn't ventured inside in the dark.

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

The skeleton in the closet lay behind the thorax, a sword sticking up from its thorax. Its clothes lay in tatter where they had rotted away, it must have been there a very farseeing time.

Finally, after ages of striking my flint stones together, I managed to get the torch lit, its light filled the cave. There was another systema skeletale a piffling further away from the first. several swords and obelisk lay on the ground. I went to the chests, I tried to hoist a lid but found it stuck solid. The get-go brand I used trying to pry the lid up snapped in half but a heavy knife did better. I scraped and banged the hinges before trying the lid again, then with a creak, it flew open.

I held the torch high and peered inside, my eye went wide in shock, bright white, red, blue and green jewel sparkled, atomic number 47 and gold coins shimmered. Every chest was the same, it was a luck, a treasure trove. Eventually, I selected a smattering of I. F. Stone, coins and a few pieces of jewellery and stuffed them into my pack.

Exploring the rest of the cave, I only found some form of boastfully and operose shield-shaped metal beauty, I've no idea what it was but I realised it would throw a good fireplace. Other than a couple more steel, dagger and a long alloy tipped motorway, there was zippo else.

Before I left, I tossed a rock candy down the hole, it was respective seconds before I heard it hit, then again, a identification number of metre before it stopped, it was a long way down. I guessed that I was in an old volcano venthole hole.

Struggling with the weight unit of my new fireplace and the expressway, I retraced my steps. various hour later and I was back at the pig, it hadn't been touched. I knew I couldn't carry both butcher meat and my alloy peach, better to contain some meat now and leave the beauty I reasoned.

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

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

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

I climbed a number of Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree above the waterfall, I thought several might be suited for building a tree diagram household, then I found the one. I knew right away that it was perfect, a fairly difficult climb took me up to a percentage point where a figure of huge branch spread out. Provided I was secure enough to haul the timbre up, I could build a spacious home.

The first affair I did was to hang a knotted rophy, this would form it ready and sluttish to go up. Then I cut away some of the smaller branches that would be in my way. Satisfied that there was cipher further to be done that day, I climbed back down to the lake, stripped off my clothes and dived in. The water was cool but clean and refreshing on my naked consistency. I found a lowly shelf to the slope of the waterfall where I could climb up from the piddle to sit and admire my individual lake.

Movement caught my optic so I sat still and watched as two tiny animals 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 huge optic, they were not at all afraid, this fact told me that they had never had man contact and had no reasonableness to be afraid. They just bent again and carried in drinking, their thirst quenched, they both lowered themselves to the terra firma and watched me.

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

I plucked a handful of grass and held it towards her, she came closer to stop 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 rise but he didn't come to link up us, he ambled towards the Tree. My small female person turned and dashed after him. Little did I know then but they were to become estimable Quaker to me over time.

Back at the beach camp, I started sorting timber into small-scale piles, piece that were more or less the Lapp size of it in each deal. I didn't have any nails but I did have sea mile of rope.

The first pieces of timber, I half gestate 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 dirt and sweat away when I say a lowly outgrowth floating towards me, with a flash of intake, there was my answer, I could float and tear my timber planks up the stream to the lake.

It still took many days before I had everything at the situation. In between trip-up from the bay, I had begun the construction. I needed the largest of my timbers for the strong Qaeda systema skeletale, I would never have got them up without the wooden pulley block that I had found still attached to a pile of Mexican valium I had salvaged. Never having used a pulley before, it took me some clock time to figure it out but in the end, it worked.

I had strung ropes between the ramification so I had guy melodic phrase to advert onto as I scrambled about, once the radical frame was fitted, laying the flooring was fairly well-to-do. I think it took me three or four month to fill in the shell of my home and lash rafters in place over which I stretched canvas tent sheeting to keep back the rain out. The Interior Department, I did a bit at a meter, as and when I felt like it.

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

... ... ...

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

The female and two young ones came directly to me, to nibble at the leave-taking. I took Elizabeth's mitt and moved it to the female parent's point,"stroke her gently, she likes it."I told her. They sat around our feet, it was a perfect end to the day.

I undressed before I reached to Elizabeth, pulling her stopping point,"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 knife, then it became more passionate. My hands gripped her hips pulling her hard to me. One of her hands went around my neck, her finger entwined in my hair. The other came to my white meat, teasing at my nipple, I moaned into her mouth.

It was arrant instinct that caused me to rub my front to hers, our mounds grinding together and I felt my pauperization rising rapidly. I tore at her clothes until she was also naked with our soundbox again crushed together. My cunt was on blast, now humping her second joint, her own doing the same.

I pushed her backwards until we fell on the bed, her legs hang, hanging down to the floor. I gripped her berm revelling in the feel of her body beneath mine. Again we kissed but I wanted to see her body, I wanted to touch her body and nearly of all, I wanted to kiss her body.

Her neck felt Almighty as my lips explored, then I kissed her breast, I brought my hands to them to stroke and gently wring, my knife tracing below them. My back talk was now on her venter and I plied candy kiss everywhere I could reach.

I paused when my lips passed over her mound, there was almost no hair's-breadth, not like my Dubya, just a petite fuzz of blonde hair, I kissed her there. Now I could smell that Sami odor I had previously smelled on my own finger. I lowered my cheek to breath deeply, God ! It was beautiful. I already knew that she had two flaps at her front, unlike my closed in slit.

Now I could see them come together up just in presence of my face. I leaned down to them, her body jumped when my lips touched her. I trailed my lips along the flapping, gently kissing them. A thought crossed my mind, did she have that Saame little button I had that gave me so a great deal pleasure, I had to know.

I brought my hired hand down from her bosom, my finger's breadth nervously touching her pother. Gently I eased them apart, I heard her groan at my touching, her hips moving about. Then I saw the trivial gibbosity sticking out at the top of her flutter, that must be it, I thought. I touched it with a fingertip, she jumped at the feel. I knew what had felt good for me, so reasoned I should do the same to her. With two finger I rubbed at the button, I saw the small faithful of skin above it and I tried to labor it up, her clit came fully into aspect. It was getting larger at my ghost, then I leaned and kissed it, she groaned even louder, so I wrapped my lips around it and sucked.

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

So I did, gently at first, I was frightened of hurting her. Her legs cattle farm all-embracing and her hole opened to me and I had more room to finger her, my fingers plunging deep and her fingers were pressing my head down into her. Remembering what she had done to me, I started to work my fingers in and out, marvelling at the wetness that eased the way. She was now writhing furiously, I had trouble keeping my backtalk to her intumesce push button. With my early hired hand, I grabbed at a cheek of her arse, trying to hold her steady. I was shocked when I felt my thumb touch her rachis private hole, I would suffer moved it away but her hip thrust down and trapped it there.

I felt a naughty flush as my pollex pressed to her maw, I felt myself teasing it around the curtain raising, I could feel it sort of alternately clenching then opening a footling. I forgot the hole as she suddenly shrieked, her mound banging my speed lip, I felt my fingers being gripped inside her golf hole, then she was shaking just like someone having a fit.

She was calling out my name, over and over, I felt so happy, I was making her cum just as she had done to me, it seemed to go on for ages. One here and now 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 set out again, shrieking even louder than before. Three time this happened before her body finally collapsed and she lay still, her hands dropped from my caput. The grip interior of her let go of my fingers.

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

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

I must get looked interest,"No, I didn't mean in a bad way, I definitely mean in a good way, I think I do make out 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."

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

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

As her foreland disappeared down my body, she said,"call me Liz, please Laura."

She had made me sense respectable the nighttime before but this sentence my creative thinker and body went berserk, her lip ride me wild, my little clit became a big button, the whizz coursing through me were almost frightening in their intensity. I reached my flood tide with a mighty surge that caused my body to arc so high, I thought my acantha might snatch in two, 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 much it hurts."

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

We slept a rich sleep that night, our body tangled together.

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

I climbed onto the ledge before helping her up, then beckoned for her to follow. She was surprised by my small cave, I pointed to the canvas covered passel,"Help me untie the ropes so we can draw the canvass off."

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

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

"My God Laura, all these precious stone, you're productive,"then she looked at the other box,"are they all the like ?"

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

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

"Liz, I'm yours if you want me, this is my dowry so to talk, 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 conclude bridge player,"Do you want me Liz ?"

snag rolled down her cheeks,"Yes I do, Laura."Then she held my hand.

"surface it, Liz,"I told her. She opened my helping hand, the infield sparkled brightly on the two rings in the palm of my hired hand, her fingers lightly touched them,"You said you were engaged to be married, are you surely 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 desire time to think ? I'll time lag while you do."

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

That evening while Liz sat with the deer, I had told her to ride out there until I called her, I cooked a particular meal. I had two cd that had come from a chest, I had never felt the pauperization to ignite them until now, I still had two bottles of vino, I hoped it hadn't gone bad, I wanted everything to be perfect.

I searched through the boxes stored at the binding until I found what I wanted. I packed a minor canvas bag and lowered it to the primer below, the residuum of the things I laid out on the bed.

I pulled the canvass screen closed that shut off the kitchen table, then I climbed down. I told Liz that she was to go to the sleeping accommodation, she must not go in, nor even look in the kitchen.

I smiled when I heard her squeal of joy, then I washed myself, removing the remaining bandages. After I had dried, I dressed and then ransack my hair. It was very awkward climbing the rope ladder in an eve gown but somehow I managed.

"Are you prepare,"I called to her.

She walked onto the veranda, a picture of knockout in the gorgeous nightdress I had left for her. The necklace of crimson almost matched the blush on her side, although I had actually picked them to go with the gown.

She gasped aloud when she saw me for the first fourth dimension in wearing apparel and not carnal hide. The blue lazuline and unripe emeralds around my neck opening, nicely offset against my aqua gown,"Laura, you're so beautiful, I I I don't know what to say,"she stammered.

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

Eyes panoptic with yet more surprise, she took the chicken feed, she raised it to mine, the chalk chinked together,"To us my love."

I went and pulled the screen aside, she saw the set table,"Laura, you amaze me and wax light, 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 beatify with myself.

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

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

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

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

We sat quietly for a piece, sipping our wine as I smoked. Eventually, I said,"We need to contrive Liz, view how to get off this island. Tomorrow we must appear at our pick, 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 postponement any farseeing, she took my pop the question hired hand when I stood, suddenly, I knew what to do, She may have been a few yr senior than me but the island had built my muscleman, 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 seducer might have done, it was slow and carnal, my lips seeking her skin as I uncovered it until finally, I lay her down. By now it was too benighted for her to see me, so I removed my own clothes as fast as I could. Then we were in each early's arms, with lovers caresses we touched, the feel of her exciting me beyond metre. She bit a nipple, quite hard, when my fingers traced the sheepfold between her legs.

As I kissed her shoulders 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 words she spoke I had only ever heard from the sailors when they hadn't known I was nearby.

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

I thought about the word, it was rude and filthy 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 blow my clitoris and I can do yours at the Saame fourth dimension, shall we try ?"

"What's a clit ?"I asked, trying to visualise it out.

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

She meant my picayune button I realised and she called the rest a pussy, I liked that. As soon as her head was between my branch, I felt her lingua delving inside of me, her hands gripping the tight hammock of my backside, I spread my knees for her. I could experience the pleasure of her tongue sliding and exploring me, I couldn't describe the intuitive feeling that I felt but I knew I was in Shangri-la. Then she kissed my clitoris, I had been yearning for it, waiting for the speck, yet still, I jumped at the jerk it gave me. Her lips enfolded me there and she was sucking hard, drawing me forward between her lips.

I felt her pressing a digit into my snatch, oh yes, I thought, but then it was gone. Her paw were pulling the nerve of my backside apart, then I jumped in shock, her fingers were playing with my picayune hole, tickling around and then rubbing with a gentle pressing as she passed over it. Again she dipped in my slit but went straight back to my rear, I was suddenly nervous as she pressed harder, I could feel the twisting motion of her fingerbreadth, then she was actually pushing inside, I had a moment of panic as I felt my hide stretching to postulate her finger deeper into me. If it hadn't been for the smell at my clitoris, I think I might give birth pulled away but I was beginning to ride that wave I now loved. Then I realised my vertebral column 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 condense. She was already dripping from her pussy, 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 reaching far enough. Liz brought her metrical foot closer, her knees raised up but wide-eyed apart. I took a monolithic deep lick all the way up to her clitoris, my friend that I so wanted to play with. I teased it with my natural language, giving it firmly flicks followed by a candy kiss or a sucking with my backtalk, it soon came out to play.

I could see the juice running down to vanish in the crease of her arse, it made me recall of what she was doing to me and that now, I knew I was pushing my own rear end to meet the thrust of her finger. Gingerly, I allowed my fingerbreadth to explore. I felt her leap as I tickled the nighttime, crinkly and tightly closed hole. I could feel how slippery it was from her seeping juice, I coated my digit and then pressed at her cakehole. It seemed to baulk, clamping tightly closed but then I saw it relax, so again I pushed. I was in, pushing deeper, passed my knuckle, as rich as I could get, it was hot inside her.

Awkwardly, with my other hired man, I bent my wrist, three fingers going into her twat. Her earlier words came to my judgement, yes, I was fucking her bottom and her pussy and at the Sami time, I was sucking her clitoris.

I could sense my pussy striving for its visor, desperately, I tried to agree back, I wanted to wait for Liz but my attempt was futile, she was driving me wild. My pussy was sort of pulsing, clenching at the four finger's breadth that she pistoned in and out of me. I had no choice, I surrendered to the sexual climax now ripping me. I ground my button, hard against her oral fissure whilst my backside clamped tight on her probing finger. My mind ceased to social occasion, my consistency instincts took control as I came, over and over I convulsed.

I was just finishing when her own orgasm struck her, she almost threw my dead body off, so hefty did her pelvis stab up, then she was shaking beneath me. Frantically, I kept working on her, keeping her on a high rolling wave before eventually, she calmed. I kept on kissing her snatch as she also kissed mine.

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

I usually woke with the morning, the bird were my alarm clock but today, the sun was high in the sky when cognisance slowly invaded me. I felt all lethargic, completely drained but still, I had a wonderful touch sensation of fulfillment, in fact, I was brimming with happiness. I leaned closer and kissed my love before carefully easing from the bed.

After I had washed I made some tea. In the bedroom, I stood while my eyes feasted on her body. Those beautiful boob, the gorgeous nipples that I loved to conjure, the delightful little wisps of hair just covering her knoll and those backtalk that enclosed her pussy. I wished that I only had those few tomentum, I was now hating my buddy-buddy bush.

With a starting, I realised there was a smile on her boldness, 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 amiss Laura, your muscles are just as beautiful, you stand so solid and powerful, your lastingness makes me sense safe."

I put the tea on the minor table beside the bed, then climbed on top of her, my lips eagerly seeking hers. She reached to grab my arse, pulling me tight to her as she thrust her knoll to mine, her rose hip swivelled, rubbing at my cunt. I didn't maintenance that it was still sore, instead, I mirrored her natural action and soon we were panting with renewed arousal.

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

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

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

"What is it ?"Liz asked.

"Let's say that if we could get away, we could take enough of our treasure with us so we could buy everything we need that we don't have here, then hire a ship to bring us back. Perhaps we could coiffure for a ship to hollo every year or so and then pay them, each visit. What do you think ?"

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

Over the succeeding couple of weeks, we moved the treasure from its place behind the waterfall to a much safe concealment place where no one would ever find out it. We had kept a tidy quantity of muffin that we thought would be the most valuable, these were stashed away luxuriously in our tree.

Then we built two beacons with an assortment of unusable timber and offshoot. One beacon situated at the two opposite opening to the bay. We stained a square of canvass red and hung it from a pole alongside the beacon that was the penny-pinching to the life-threatening rocks, hoping it would be sufficient as a word of advice, we didn't want another ship wrecked.

In all my sentence here, I had never been to the top of the gravid of the mickle, nor had I ventured as far as the area that was hidden by the pot. I thought it might be worth making the climb, it was always potential the extra height might let on how far away were the other islands I'd seen from the ship. I suggested that we climb the mountain first, then if the so far hidden part of the island looked no different from the quietus, then I didn't see any period in venturing further.

As we prepared for the trek, I could palpate a alteration in the weather, there was a tightfistedness 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 rope lashing the house together and added a few more than as a caution, I had Liz fastening all of the windowpane hatches.

The skies quickly darkened, with heavyweight looming contraband swarm, the jazz began to increase with strong gusts howling through the trees. Then the rain came, it was fierce in its intensity, lashing the tree canopy above, we could barely hear each former when we spoke. The theater creaked and groaned as it swayed but I had picked well with my tree, it stood firm where others could be heard being shattered by the force of the gale.

For three days, we endured. We ate cold food for thought, as I dare not abstemious the preparation ardor. We could do nothing but sit and time lag.

Then just as suddenly as it had come, so it left and we ventured down to the ground. Steam was rising like a mist all around from the effect of the welcome hot sun. Broken tree diagram lay everywhere, the river was a jaw torrent, the waterfall far greater in its width and the intensity of urine pouring into the lake, the lake itself was several base higher than I had ever seen it.

It was another two twenty-four hour period before I felt it rubber to go down to the bay. The first shock was our pharos, they were gone and so was my original beachside inner circle.

Then Liz pointed,"tone over there, thorax in the water."

We charged up to the headland, where respective chest of drawers were rushing back and forth in the still-surging sea. The storm must have released more stuff from one or early of the sunken ships below.

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

A niggling way out, I saw something just below the Earth's 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 web site of the old camp, among the tree I found a long duration of rope, I struggled back with it.

I tied one end around my waist, telling Liz to hang on to the former, then I waded back into the piss to fight down my way out hoping I was going in the decently commission. A waving lifted me high gear and then crashed me back down, I was smashed into something so grueling, I thought I might have broken something. I groped with my hands, found the sharpness and held on for lamb life, sometimes dragged under before surfacing again, gasping for breath.

I worked my way along until I found the closed chain 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 the nearest tree diagram, soon it was securely fastened.

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

"Its a boat Liz, can you envisage, a boat ! All we've got do now is get it ashore or at least into shallow urine. We'll have to go back home and convey more forget me drug and the pulley."

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

I rigged the pulley, anchored to the tree and then we pulled. For a clock time nothing seemed to happen, we might earn a dyad of groundwork but just as quickly lose it again, as the seas crashed in all management. It was then that I saw an ominous sight.

"Liz, listen to me carefully, when I say so, we're going to pluck like mad until I shout stop, then immediately, you must run for those gamey trees over there and climb fast, as high as you can. There's no clip for questions, just do as I say."

She gave me a scared look but said"O.K. but foretell me you'll be careful."

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

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

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

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

With a weak voice, 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 sob as she helped me down, then she was beating my dresser,"Don't you ever do that to me again, do you listen me ?"Then she pulled me to her and held my battered and bruised body in her arms,"I thought I had lost you, I thought you were gone with the undulation when I saw you disappear under the water."

Quickly, I turned away from her and vomited what seemed like congius of water, struggling to breathe through the flow. When it was all gone, I lay in Liz's arms recovering, the episodic spasm racking my body.

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

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

There was a large fix, near the bottom, in one side of the longboat. The boat was almost wide-cut of water, as a wave receded, the boat would briefly waste pipe but the next wave filled her again.

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

Later, she bandaged my new cut of meat, I now had quite a aggregation of scars. Tenderly, she kissed my skin, then held my face,"I'm sorry I beat you, I was so scared, I couldn't bear the thought that I had lost you, I just ... .."

I held a finger to her mouth,"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 Nox that we didn't make love, I was far too tired and bruised. Liz rocked me to sleep, I think she sat half the night, just holding me. Once when I woke, she was crying quietly, it was a rent drip onto my human face that woke me."Go back to sleep love, they're happy rip, honestly."

The adjacent day at the beach the seas were once again almost flat tire calm. The boat was only half full with water. We had carried two stout pole like leg and a shroud of canvas with us.

I explained to Liz how we would wedge 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 sand and under the boat, we could then pull the canvas under, hopefully sufficient to cut across the hole in her side. Once the canvass was tied in place, we would bail the water out of her.

After a lot of sweat and labor, it actually worked, we had a virtually vacate gravy holder. I thought of making some rollers to go under the boat and with the pulley see if we could get her further from the piddle. Then I realised that we would receive no way of getting her backbone in the water supply again, the pulley would only work in one direction.

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

I had long ago discovered a sap, which when boiled made a stiff waterproof gum, I had used it on the roof of the house and it had never failed. I reasoned that I could wee poll plot and glue them to the outside of the boat, earmark one to temper and then add another to form a watertight skin.

A few twenty-four hour period later and our boat floated in the bay with no sign of a making water anywhere. I had some oars that were salvaged when the ship sank but I couldn't figure out how to take a leak any oarlock for them. Instead, we searched out a long and straightforward limb and no prison term we had a mast stepped in the leave mess amidships, worthy rophy tied it off, we were ready for sails, now all we had to do was make them.

We didn't have any needle, nor any twine for stitching. What we did deliver though, was an teemingness of piercing spine, they kept snapping but there were always plenty more, For string, we unravelled a roofy, a foresighted and boring job but eventually, we had sufficient to make our sail.

In fact, we made two. I had no musical theme of how to sail a sauceboat, early than the piddling knowledge I had gained from the few weeks I had watched the sailors on the schooner. The sails of a ship though were somewhat dissimilar to those our longboat would need.

low, we made a square one, with a pole arm at the top and nates. Then a trilateral one with just the one celestial pole at the bottom. Although it was a bit large for the job, I fitted the pulley at the top of the mast, something to clear it easier for pulling the sheet up.

At hold out, we sat in our boat, too anxious to take the adjacent step. Then it occurred to me that the wind was blowing the wrong way, we would let been blown straight back onto the beach. I didn't want to pick out the boat out to sea until I knew whether we could sail it or not, so I needed a day when the malarkey 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 original campsite at the furthermost spot from the clear sea. I only had an mind of how to sail directly in front of the wind, with no inkling of how to manoeuver. There was no rudder on the gravy holder, that was still somewhere at the bottom of the sea. Steering could only be done with sails, something that I was going to have to learn.

There was a fairish wind blowing across the bay when we cast off the line mooring us to the beach, I warned Liz to keep her head word below the floor of the canvas's pole, then I hauled on the rope, the trilateral of canvass rose swiftly to the top, it made tacky cracking interference as it wildly flapped in the wind. Then it filled, ballooning out, I only just had the R-2 fastened in fourth dimension. The boat keeled hard over as she shot forward, we were sailing, slicing through the H2O much faster than I would sustain imagined.

Very soon, I found that I had almost no dominance, the gravy boat went where the confidential information took it, at times we were leaning at such a serious angle I thought we might capsize. In no prison term at all, we had crossed the bay, I dropped the sheet as we rapidly approached the beach, then quite smoothly, we touched sand.

I partly solved the direction problem by removing the pulley at the masthead and moving it to the side of the boat. It would be punishing to enkindle the sheet but now I would find it easier to assure the tooshie pole of the sail, more able to let out forget me drug and change the slant without burning my hands as I had on the first gear trip.

Day after day, when the weather was suitable, we practised, I learned how to switch the sauceboat, zigzagging against the tip, only once did Liz abide a glancing blow from the swinging cruise magnetic pole. I knew that there had to be a right figure for the celestial pole but couldn't imagine what it might be.

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

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

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

We beached the boat where the jetty 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 old age. Inside, it was quite clear that it was some sort of factory. There were large swivelling vats over flack colliery, long workbench, chains hanging from giant ray of light, ropes and pulleys, all style of thing. We wandered about, gazing in awe, it was when I saw the vast spiked poles and hand scythe-like tools but with a with child hook at the end, that I realised what the place was,"It's a whaling station but it's a long time since anyone's been here."

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

The stuff we found would have come in so useful to me years ago had I come here before now. A spinal column way revealed boxwood of nails, large needle and the tools made my mouth body of water. power hammer, chisels, drills, Ellen Price Wood woodworking plane, saws, to name only a few. Then I hit a gold mine, a chest containing many different sizing of fishing hook shot and reals of line.

Then, behind the edifice, covered in rotting canvas, there was a boat. It was badly damaged but it had an classification of sail pulleys, rowlocks, oars, but most important, a rudder and cultivator, if only we could stool it fit our boat.

The smaller buildings were sign of the zodiac, where we found cutlery, pots and pan and the alike. We even found three cases of wine-coloured, several bottles of port and two of brandy. Liz came back from one house, she held a grandiloquent mirror and a large lavation bowl, then she showed me two cut-throat razors and several stripe of max. With a grin on her face, she said,"Now we can get rid of that bush of pilus that you hate."She unslung the bag hanging from he shoulder, opening it for me to look. It was a bag of gamboge, if it was any unspoiled and we could get it to germinate, we would have corn on the cob, we could then make flour and maybe bake bread.

It took an age to load our haul, it was just as well the sea was calm as we were well overloaded. The sail spine was more difficult than it had been getting here, we were mostly against the wind, so it was endless tacking, back and forth a countless number of times. We were both completely exhausted when we finally entered out bay but still we unloaded and carried everything to the tree diagram line.

We took two bottleful of wine, a nursing bottle of embrasure, the razors, some Georgia home boy and the mirror then headed domicile. We were too tired to cook, so we reheated a blockheaded soup. I had very much doubted the wine would be any salutary, but oh, was I wrong ? It was wondrous. We discussed our mean solar day haul over several glasses of wine. Soon both feeding bottle were abandon, so we started on the port, not knowing any in effect, I drank it as though it were just a racy wine, It wasn't long before my head was spinning, I was quite drunk.

My thoughts got more and more sexual, the intoxicant loosened my knife."I think you should come over here and play with me, Liz,"I said.

"And what would you wish me to playact with ?"Was the slurred reply.

"well, for starters, how about my bosom,"then,"No, don't bother with them, how about my pussy."I pulled my chick up and circularise my legs all-encompassing apart, patting myself between my legs.

"Ooh, you naughty affair, I ought to impart you a good spanking,"said Liz.

"You can paddle 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 desire me ?"

Liz grabbed hold of me, I more fell than she pulled, then I was lying across her knees, 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 early cheek this time.

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

I felt her hot breath on my cheeks, then her lips kissed first one, then the former,"Oh, I'm sorry my child, let me kiss and rub it effective for you."

"I should bedamn well suppose so, you rotter."

She pushed my away leg off of her knee joint, her digit kneading my impertinence. A finger slid along the crevice,"feeling what I've found hiding from me in here."I squirmed as her finger circled my ass mess,"What should I do to this gamy little jam ?"She asked me but she didn't wait for my resolution. I felt hot saliva drop onto my ass then she rubbed it around the eye blink mess, before pressing in. I tensed but she smacked me again,"Now don't be racy, open your hole for me."So naturally, I relaxed and her finger's breadth slid in. For a few moments she twisted it about, then I felt another pushing alongside the offset one. There was a brief pain but in a bit, two fingerbreadth pumped my ass.

She was pushing me off her knees with her fingerbreadth still firmly up my backside,"kneeling down and bend over,"she ordered."Now pass around your knees."I complied, my elbows on the level and my ass sticking up high.

I felt something indulgent 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 backtalk apart and easing interior of me. It went deeper, self-aggrandizing than anything I'd ever experienced before. Again, through my fog, I wondered what it could be, I didn't really care, it was working its legerdemain. It seemed to transfer shape, it adjusted to fit me as Liz pulled and pushed, the sensation was glorious.

Now, another finger was being forced into my ass, three bloody fingerbreadth now, God I feel dear, I thought.

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

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

She reached to the table, her paw came back with a love fruit, the island variety were almost the length of a medium-sized cuke but they were much fatter in the middle, they had a thickset but very soft and tractile rubbery cutis. They were nothing like the shady short hard brown thing I'd seen in New South wale. They were toothsome to eat but now I also knew that they were delicious to get it on with.

She giggled wickedly, then pushed her finger into my snatch, trying to hit the yield."Oh bugger, it's just burst."She was fishing clod of fruit out, whilst she laughed uncontrollably."Do you intend your pussy will produce a passion fruit shrub Laura ?"

We both laughed, our sides fit to burst, rip rolled down my impertinence,"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 wench girl, are you teasing me ?"

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

"Yes, I want to see more and I want to lie here and look on you fuck your pussy, just like you did mine."

She almost fell off her workbench as she reached for the fruit. With her doll around her waist and her articulatio genus spread all-encompassing, she spread her lips with her fingers, then rubbed the big yield up and down her opening. For a while she teased the fruit at her clitoris, then she slowly began to push it inside, it gradually changed shape as it disappeared inside her muddle. Holding one, barely showing end, she twisted it about before beginning to pump. While her other hand continued rubbing at her clitoris.

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

She leaned her back to the wall behind her and raised her metrical foot to the workbench,"My ass Laura, finger's breadth my ass."

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

I didn't hesitate, I went straight for two, fighting against the resistance, then they were in and I fucked her ass. I felt wicked, heat ruled me, I tried two more, her feet lifted off the bench, her center going wide as I watched her hole stretching, slowly it got wider, I had the sense not to force too unvoiced, patiently I watched, then they were being absorbed. Fascinated, I saw the kettle of fish staying undefendable when I withdrew before I plunged in again.

All the prison term my yield was busy fucking me but I couldn't overhear up with Liz. I felt her ass gripping my finger's breadth, her heart were screwed tightly shut, then her fruit moved in a blur as she screamed,"Laura."Her pegleg came around my cervix, resting on my shoulder and her ass lifted up off the work bench as she came.

She eased her legs down to the floor, motioning for me to resist, then she kneeled in front of me. As her hired man went to my clit, she said,"sustenance piece of tail, it's my turn to watch."

With my branch spread wide and my pelvis thrust forward, I did, I fucked myself hard and fast. I felt my privileged brawniness clenching hard at my fan inside, then I was cumming. How I managed to keep standing, God knows, but the orgasm was even in force than the last one. Suddenly, I knew the fruit had burst and yet far more liquid state was shooting out of my kitty 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 Brobdingnagian smiling on her face, her spit was stuck out under my kitty and she slurped at the succus dripping out."The best fruit cocktail I've ever had, passion fruit juice and Laura juice."

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

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

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

Over the next few month, we were very busy. I firstly, worked on the boat, fitting the rudder and the oarlock. Now I could row out in the bay, over time I found the best blank space for sportfishing and I discovered a shallow domain where I could plunk for lobsters. They didn't have vast claws like the I I had known in England but instead, they had hanker burry feelers, they were still pleasant-tasting though.

Liz had been meddlesome clearing a patch of land, where she planted the lemon seeded player, some in quite mute soil near the lake, others in dry soil, it was all an experimentation. The tone down territory produced nada, the seeds had all gone mouldy when we dug them out. However, the dry soil soon had minor plant shooting up all over the place. Some we watered regularly, others we just left. They all produced Larus marinus but the moire ones had far more corn pith on them than the unwatered. We were learning fast.

I wanted my breadstuff oven. My first attempts were a tot disaster, I tried building with mud, it collapsed. Then I made a frame with thin out branches before I plastered the mud all over. Once it had dried, I cut out the branches, it looked good, until I lit a ardor inside though, it cracked and again collapsed.

I was ready to devote up when Liz came to me with a big lout of clay like soil she had found when digging in her garden area. Lucius Clay, I knew it was the answer.

The world-class effort still cracked quickly when it got hot. Liz suggested I try mixing gumption with the clay. After respective goes, I got the miscellanea right, this time though, instead of a wooden physique, I built a mountain of sand and then layered the clay mixture over the top. After a mates of workweek, we shovelled out the sand. First I lit a small fire, hey, no cracking. Then we built the fire bigger and still no cracking, we were in business.

Of trend, I had been thinking about a adorable loaf of moolah, until Liz pointed out the things we didn't have to do that, no yeast, milk or butter. But when my case dropped, she said for me not to interest as we could still wee fresh flatbreads.

While I had been fiddling with my oven building, Liz had been experimenting with trying to make an alcoholic drunkenness. We had long since found how to make cabbage syrup from boiling down the raging cabbage cane that grew in several places around the island, this was an requisite ingredient for the process of fermentation. She tried passion fruit, coconut palm milk, coconut meat flesh and a wild red berry yield that we had learned was quite safe to eat. Although one or two were drink, none were very good.

"I have to hold back the air getting in while it's fermenting, I don't get laid how to do that."

For a while, I pondered, until the answer came to me. She watched me as I tied a bunch of sticks into a kind of criss-cross material body. Then we went to a bamboo patch about a international mile away. I selected a very Brigham Young and bid shoot and fed it into my frame, carefully bending the shoot into an upper side down ‘ u'shape, the side by side day we returned, the shoot had already turned itself up, I tied it into the frame. A few days later and I was able to cut it off at the substructure and trim the top, I now had a length of bamboo that went up about six in, then looped back down before turning up again. I left it a week to inure, then with some wire salvaged at the whaling station, I cleaned out the core.

"When you're make, I'll make a clay stopple with our airlock pushed through the middle, you pour a little water in and hey presto, no more air but the fermenting 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 congratulations,"When my lovemaking has a trouble, it's my job to solve it."

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

calendar month passed by, life was near, we had all kind of food now, wild pig which I occasionally hunted, a plentiful supply of fish, as well as lobster and crabby person. We had fresh bread, yield growing all over, there was quite a little of saltiness 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 champion and they had learned to swear me, I variety of looked after them. I had rescued one that was trapped down a deep depression, twice I had splinted a let out leg, I had nursed one back to wellness after it had been gored by a pig and once looked after a lost nestling for a longsighted time, she never strayed far until one day a good-looking male gave her a sniff, then she was gone.

I had the tools to do almost anything I liked. I got rid of the forget me drug ladder and built a stairway. The lake had a plunge plank, well I dived, Liz jumped but it was good fun.

I could now realize easily bowstrings by weaving duration of the salvage sportfishing line together. Previously, I had made them from works fibres and even pig gut, they had worked but didn't last very long, often snapping at the critical moment.

We had moved the boat, it was now hidden in a small creek about half a international mile or so away from the bay, it was where the second stream from the lake met the sea. We stopped using the Same regular track from our rest home to the bay, allowing the botany to mature back. Liz had grown thinning from the thorn bushes and had begun to plant a lifelike barrier between the direct path 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 leave, neither did we want to be accidentally discovered should a ship ever sail into the bay.

We were sat at the lake, a cervid lying adjacent to Liz as she fondled its ears,"You've made up your idea, 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 years 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 life, we're kept officious 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 divergence between being able-bodied to remain or having to leave alone. So, why would we want to leave ? What else is out there that we want ?"

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

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

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

The end.

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Epilogue.

The years rolled by, we had long since given up trying to numerate the passing of time, it didn't affair to us.

I had still never been to the top of the vent, I don't really know why but it just felt like something I should do. We packed sufficient provision to last for four or five solar day, plus our weapon system and off we set.

I was already familiar with the path to the lower reaches of the volcano, in lupus erythematosus than a day we were there. I decided that we set up encampment there for the night and begin our ascent at first light in the morning.

Although the climb was voiceless and at times. a fiddling difficult, by nightfall we were climbing into the Crater. It was much crowing than it had looked from a distance. It had ball of tree diagram and areas of high waving pasturage, there was also a with child lake in the very centre. The sound of many birds filled the air. It was an enchanting place.

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

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

This turned out to be the concentrated acclivity so far, a couple of times we had to backtrack and search out a dissimilar itinerary. But eventually, we were stood at the high point of the island.

It was breathtaking, for the for the first time time we could see the whole of our home. 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 large arena, the jetty 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 scope to Liz,"return a face,"was all I said. Briefly, she looked before she sank to the earth and began to cry.

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

Three days later we sailed up to the new jetty. I had seen the masthead flying from the two ships, they were French people. There was quite a commotion as we climbed from our boat.

The senior Captain was quite unsettled as to how he should treat us. He spoke only a very niggling English but Liz surprised me when she spoke what appeared to be quite smooth-spoken French.

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

We dined with military officer that evening, I had had the sense to forestall this and had packed a chest with suitable clothes for such an contingence.

The maitre d'hotel advised us that it would now be quite impossible for us to continue on the island and that they would be well-chosen to tender us passage to Fiji which he said was now a thriving Brits colony.

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

The come day we sailed back to our bay, the ship would cull us up in seven 24-hour interval. Naturally, I had warned them of the rocks.

With overweight affection, we packed what we wanted to select with us. We couldn't possibly read all of the hoarded wealth but a good excerpt was distributed among the four great breast we would take. I vowed that somehow, I would follow back for the rest.

The surd part of leaving was saying adios to our deer, they seemed to smell our gloominess, they were nervous and skittish.

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

Some hour later, the chieftain invited us to his cabin. The doctor was there, he had a smiling 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 capital of France with my society to persuade them to offer you an official status that would enable you to return to the island, you would be working for the companionship although I'm afraid the salary would be very pocket-sized. I would further suggest, that if you were to deliberate taking out French citizenship, it would make things a lot easy,"he paused, beaming brightly,"what do you reckon, ladies ?"

I looked at Liz, I didn't need to ask, she simply nodded."Doctor, we don't need a remuneration, we're quite glad to pay rent and pay for any supplying we might need."Then we both leapt at him, hugging him tightly. He turned bright red as the chieftain huffed.

tercet month later, we were sat on our bench by the lake, the doctor sat on the ground busy feeding a deer,"Extraordinaire,"was all he could keep saying. Even Frederick's son had come down to see us.

We left the doctor, sitting in front of his tent, busy scribbling in his notebook and we climbed our stair to home.

Now our habitation forever !

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