Chapter 41

The succeeding day was a blur of activity. After breakfast the entire community of interests gathered to serve with the boat project. We divided into two radical : one, headed by Patricia, concentrated on collecting palm folio and weaving them into matting to later sew into sheet. The other, captained by Horace, chopped trees and bamboo in order to produce a theoretical account to strap on top of the raft. This would allow a inflexible body structure onto which we would sequester mast and sails, rigging, rudder, and daggerboards. Patricia had designed the thing on a small-arm of report salvaged from the plane, and after showing it to Horace, he took on the woodwork tasks. The two seemed to take reached an unquiet truce ; they were obviously attracted to one another, but the man's pride and his little problem were an insurmountable obstacle between them, it seemed.

I pitched in on the construction portion, while Janie and Joelle added their endeavour to the sailmaking. We all put in a wide aurora's work, feeling energized by the group purpose. By lunchtime we had made important advancement, and we had every Bob Hope we might be finished the next day. We broke for a meal and some rehydration, and I ate with Janie and Joelle.

Janie gave me a piffling inferno while we lunched, telling Joelle about my nude modeling the premature evening for hand-job teaching. The lovely nurse was intrigued by the story, and seemed miffed she had missed the fun.

"God, I wish I'd been there,"she said."I would have liked to have learned some just techniques. I'm still pretty inexperienced when it comes to men, despite the ripe efforts of you two. Plus, it sounds like it was a really sexy demonstration."

"Oh, it was pretty invigorating, I'd say,"Janie laughed."I had to get myself off to go to catch some Z's. Dave was all used up and was no good to me."Joelle giggled, red-faced."But I picked up a few pointers from Tran,"Janie continued."Maybe I can show you some time. I'm for sure Dave wouldn't mind a repeat engagement."

No, he would most certainly not, I thought, entranced by the idea. One of my favored two women teaching the early one how to jerk me off ? How could I say no ?

After lunch, the grammatical construction crews reassembled to cease the project. Now that the heavy, more labor-intensive oeuvre was done, Janie and Dkembe decided that they could save Joelle and me, and most of the kids, for the sex-ed moral I had proposed yesterday. After I had explained to Joelle and Dkembe my business organisation about the ignorance of some of the new island-dweller, combined with increasing sexual activity in our residential area, they agreed that we needed to get pretty explicit about the facts of life, and more importantly the facts of unexpected pregnancy. So the two of us in our capacitance as health check professionals were assigned to the task.


Seeing as how the primary beach was taken up by all the activity surrounding the boat-building, I decided we needed to see an option emplacement in order to be undisturbed. Pondering the subject topic, and recalling Joelle's late foreplay while hearing about my effort with Tran the day before, I got a opinion that would gain the whole process a little more interesting.

"Let's all head over to the early beach,"I said."We'll have some peace and muted over there."Grabbing some towels and cover to sit on, we trooped to the woods to the former side of the island.

Our pupil consisted of all the untested tribe on the island, with the exception of Emily. God knew she needed no further instruction regarding the shuttlecock and bees ; Mary and Danielle had that angle covered pretty well. Joelle and I led them to the eastern beach and emerged from the hobo camp at the cubby.

"This is the nude statue beach,"said William slyly."Should we take off our clothes ?"He eyed the fille hopefully as he said it.

"Yes, I think so,"I said."After all, we're here to take about the human torso. You might as well see it."

"What ? !"Joelle said incredulously."You want us to do this naked ?"

I felt a little bad springing it on her, but I knew if she'd had time to think about it she would have freaked out even more.

I looked at her seriously."Joelle, we're on a tropical island. It's always at least 80 arcdegree. We have a specify amount of article of clothing, and we're wearing less and less of it every day. We're here to learn the child about sex. I think we can agree that nudity is not that unreasonable under the circumstances."

"I…. I guess,"she said hesitantly."It's just, I've never been to this beach. I mean, not naked—during the day. And not in front of other people."I could tell she was now remembering our night here with Janie, but I understood what she meant.
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And, unfortunately that 's as far as I can go. Apparently, due to the new more aggressive content restrictions, the remnant of this chapter, and the live on 6 in the serial ( already nearly done ! ) are no longer deemed appropriate for publication on this site.

After all these months of work, and all the documentation I 've received, it seems a shame to stop now, but that 's the way it goes. If anyone has any approximation on where I can write the concluded series let me get laid in the comments. Otherwise I may try to follow one of AnnaSiciliana 's suggetions from her last post. If I find a household for the story, I 'll cash in one's chips word on here.

I 've got a span of ideas for inadequate stories that may end up here in the future.

Thanks for reading !

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( PS -- I assume that 's where chapters 9,10 and 11 went : the censor 's trash bin )