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I had seen the sails of the ship as she approached and I had made my way through the timberland to the headland, the same head overlooking where the mutineers had been sunk on the rocks that were hidden just below the control surface a few one hundred G offshore.

I knew with certainty that this ship would hit those same rocks. They were acute engulf pinnacles that would rip the merchant ship out of her. I had once swum out there and seen them about six or a little more human foot below.

They ripped into the English of the ship, gouging a hole along her distance, the water rushed in so fast that it was a matter of bit before she was gone. I knew that from after the metre the mutineers sank, that there would be useful pickings on the beach over the next few mean solar day. At first, I thought there were no survivors until I saw somebody swimming awkwardly towards me.

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

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

So, I just sat and watched her. It was a recollective time before she stirred, I saw her struggle to a sitting military position and watched as she looked around. I could hear that she was crying as she climbed to fend on unsteady branch. She waded back into the water supply, shouting out names but only the stir of waving on sand answered her. Then just like me, all those old age ago, she sat down and sobbed.

Hesitantly, I approached her from behind, to stand and watch, uncertain of what to do next. Finally, I went closer, I laid a helping hand on her shoulder, it was the wrongfulness affair for me to hold done, she squealed as she jumped with shock before turning to see at me. Her eyes were wide with fearfulness as she took in my appearance. My skin was a deep brown colour, burned in by year of sun. My pilus was long and tangled and my clothes were made from animal skins. Two prominent shining curling ivory hung at my chest, I must bear been a strange furious sight to her. It didn't assistant that I carried a huge bow and a bag of pointer, with a brand 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 water 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 pause she lifted hers to mine and I pulled her to her feet.

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

After a while we arrived at my dwelling, we hadn't spoken a Logos on the way. I reached for my hidden rope, gave a tug and the Mexican valium ravel came tumbling down. I pointed to the ravel and she peered up with a stupefy look on her face, there was nil to see from the ground, just a run disappearing into thick foliage.

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

She came up to gaze in awe at what she saw, my house in the tree diagram. She stepped from the ladder, testing the floor with her ft obviously unsure whether or not it was safe. I sat and watched her as she walked around, taking in the furniture, tapping the walls and ceiling. She stopped to canvass the haunches of essence that hung, salted and drying.

At the doorway into my bedroom, she suddenly screeched and jumped back as Frederick, one of my furry friends jumped from a box and out of the windowpane before disappearing among the branches. It was an carnal somewhat like a gravid squirrel, although I had not the slightest idea what it actually was but it was my family friendly pet, not exactly meek nor was it totally groundless, 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 preparation fireplace. This was a quite vauntingly metal dish, shield-shaped, that I had found in the sight. It was sat on a circle of rock candy to forestall the Ellen Price Wood below from getting burned.

I swung the pan of water over after I had added woodwind to the flames. When the water began to roil, I threw in a smattering of berry, 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 smell on her facial expression, it tasted remarkably like deep brown although I had no melodic theme what it really was.

Then I heard the low gear spokesperson spoken to me in so many days,"Do you speak English ? Who are you ? Where do you come from ?"

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

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

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

"1864, July."

For a minute, I thought, I wasn't used to doing pith anymore,"My God, I've been here eight year then. Do you hump the escort ?"

Elizabeth had to consider 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 piece I calmed myself, before haltingly and with long pauses, I began to tell her my story.

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We were three eld in New South Wales ( later Australia ), where my father had been a Lieutenant Colonel serving with the British Army.

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

Unfortunately, they were sadly disillusioned, it wouldn't be farseeing before they both wished that they had never seen the home. Fever was rife, solid food was often scarce with very little selection, yard bird and settlers were both a invariable cause of problem. All in all, for them, it was like a blaze on earth.

For me, it wasn't quite so bad, I was shielded from the worst of what went on and my days were spent at the lowly English 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 scene of being back in England and meeting up with my old friends.

founder had decided, that rather than us taking the traditional road back, via South Africa's Cape of Good Hope, that we would strike a ship to Aloha State, spend a few workweek there before travelling on to California, then overland before to then dining table another ship back to England, the hale affair just sounded so adventuresome to me.

The Golden bird of Jove was a beautiful three-masted schooner with absolutely masses of bright white sails. I even had my own cabin, albeit, it was small and cramped what with the buncombe, one closet and a wash basin but it was mine and I was over the moon.

I didn't much like the Captain, he was very gruff, bordering on downright rude when he even deemed to answer a enquiry from any of the passengers. I could clearly see my father bristling whilst striving to hold his temper. I soon realised that the Captain was more occupy in his payload than he was in a cluster of unwelcome passenger. There were two other families besides my own, ten of us all told.

We hauled our keystone and set sail on a beautiful sunny day, sailor boy flying all over the rigging and the masts in reception to the Captain's club, canvass clapped in a deafening roar as they were unfurled before catching the wind. By evening we were well light of the bay and head in an eastern direction.

During the next two calendar week, we called at several islands, I can't remember all their names now but they included, New Caledonia so called by Captain Jesse James Captain James Cook the famous adventurer, he was the first gear European to land there and he named it after a place 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 condition was still fine and cheery when we left Fiji, but the Captain was complaining that there was not enough wind to keep on the sails filled, he had every possible in of sail banquet but still, we only seemed to be creeping along. Then on the second day, the flatus dropped away to nothing and we were completely becalmed. The weewee was like a chalk mirror, not a single ripple disturbed the surface of the sea. A buddy-buddy mist appeared as if from nowhere, enveloping the ship.

The following day, the sea captain 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 difference to our progress.

All day and into the night they rowed, with just an occasional interruption to swap crowd. The piteous weary souls struggled to climb aboard, they were so tired.

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

On the fourth day, a gentle walkover began to dither the sails and once more we were moving but still only very slowly. The Captain did not recall the boats, still, the men dipped and pulled at their oars.

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

My Father had overheard one of the officers saying that because of the mist, they had been unable to pick out a sighting and consequently, they had no idea exactly where we were and they weren't certain what island it might be that the sentry had sighted. Soon it became discernible that there were in fact, a number of very small islands becoming visible, with just one fairly large one.

Meanwhile, the nothingness had improved to get quite a unfaltering breeze and I noticed the ship had altered its course and was now heading for the tumid of the islands.

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

I saw bbl being loaded into the boats, For water, my father explained when I asked what they were for. Yet again, the sailors were having to row, I saw respective with bleeding hired hand as they climbed over the side and down into the gravy holder. They didn't flavour very happy.

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

I'm not sure how it happened but I heard the flashy collapse followed by screams and shouts. Two barrels had come loose and crashed back down into the boat below. They killed one man and seriously injured another before smashing a Brobdingnagian hollow in the bottom of the gravy boat. It sank very fast as the sailors scrambled for safety.

The Captain had two more men tied up for lashing, he blamed them for the exit of a sauceboat, he didn't seem at all concerned for the dead or injured men.

The crowd stood in surly silence as the kickoff of the two men were fastened to a grating but a grumble of disturbance began to well as the bosun raised his whip. He paused to bet at the Captain,"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, I didn't actually see any of this, I had been hustled below to my cabin but I could still hear quite clearly what was happening.

Then I heard a pistol shot, the same Lester Willis Young lieutenant from the longboat had fired at three men who had rushed the bo'sun and grabbed a grasp of his whip. I heard the Captain shouting"Cease ignition"but it was too latterly, the crew went berserk, attacking any police officer in pot. More barb rang out and men screamed as I could find out animal foot charging along the deck above me. Then, just as suddenly it went quiet.

I could hear my mother and another woman weeping through the melt off wall that divided our cabins. My mother was shouting my begetter's name before she went, still shouting, up to the deck of cards. I heard her scream his name again, then she was sobbing.

The door to my cabin crashed open and from my hiding plaza beneath the buncombe, I heard someone enter before leaving with a curse. There were more wow from the neighbouring cabins, followed by pistol shots, then the two other wife were dragged away. I was alone as it went quiet below decks.

I crept from my hidey-hole and peaked out of my cabin, nothing moved but I almost screamed out loud at the sight of the two dead men lying in the passageway. It was the husbands of the two cleaning woman that had been taken away.

I snatched up the large dagger that one was holding, I wasn't exactly sure enough what I intended doing with it but it seemed to help calm my nerves. I crept quietly along the passageway, ignoring the first ladder that we usually used, I could get word the bibulous shouts just above me. When I reached a second ladder, more to the aft of the ship, I slowly stole up, one gentle step at a time. I poked my foreland over the rim of the hachure and to my relief, there was no one nearby.

I wasn't at all surely what I should do but I knew that I couldn't stay hidden below. I crawled to a load opening to gingerly peer around the recess. My mother and the two adult female were tied to masts, their clothes hanging in tatters, my mother was almost raw with her boastfully tit 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 warm feel of rum in the air, coming from two cask that the sailors kept filling their chump from. I watched as one weaved towards my female parent, he offered her a drink from his mug but she spat at him, he slapped her gruelling across the face and then jammed a hand between her legs while he laughed at her.

Others cheered him on as his handwriting began to unfasten his knee breeches. He let them fall to his ankles and his huge phallus sprung into view standing out like a canon in front of him. He moved his body forward, his penis pushing between my female parent's thigh. I saw hear lean towards him as he pushed but her assailant got a shock when her mouth enclosed his nozzle, he screamed as she bit the end of his nose off, rake spurting everywhere as he staggered away.

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

I raised my sticker high as I neared and took a mighty swing down at him. The shouts from his mates made him turn his forefront towards me, he took a half rate backwards, this causing my downward stab to drop his eubstance, the momentum of my swing carried on down and then his penis was wiggling on the pack of cards, neatly severed by my dagger.

Men were now rushing in a spate to get me, I swerved aside, stabbing wildly as I ran but there was nowhere to run to. I found myself trapped in the curtain call as they now cautiously came nearer, respective were carrying bombastic wooden belaying pins. In desperation, I searched for an escape but there was none. As the maiden helping 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 surd as I could towards the good shoring which was perhaps two hundred yards away. I felt myself tiring as I heard the stir of oars behind me and the yell encouraging the rowers to pull harder.

They were close by the sentence I felt Baroness Dudevant beneath my foundation. With a last surge of Energy, I forced myself to my ft, wading the utmost few feet to the beach. As I ran I could listen the yell getting ever closer, then I felt a hand snatching at my blouse, I twisted away and saw him trip and fall heavily to the sand.

I was now gasping for breath, I thought they would see me but my portion held, suddenly I was into the trees, curses only animal foot behind. The spine tore at my clothing and hide, I was bleeding as I ran into the almost impenetrable barrier. My foot hit something hard and I fell to the ground, immediately I saw my escape, there was a foot or so beneath the spikelet and the terra firma, on men and knee I scurried forwards. I was rewarded by the receding phone of their shout and curses.

I reached a humble hollow and rolled myself in where I lay striving to breathe deeply and simmer down my shattered boldness. I was desperately afraid and wanted to get encourage away but I had no posture left to move.

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

Slowly, I crawled back towards the edge of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. I saw another boat had joined the one that had chased me and there was now a large group of sailors sat around the fire. I could smell out salted pork barrel roasting on the blast, combine once more with the tang of rum in the air. I lay and watched, trying to catch what they were discussing.

One, who appeared to be leading the mathematical group, called for tranquilize. I heard him steer out that they were now mutineers and manslayer, it was time to blank out about the miss and get away to somewhere safe. Some argued, that a little longer in searching for the young virgin wouldn't damage. But eventually, they put it to the voting and decided they would leave in the first light. Once decided, they got down to hearty eating and drinking.

A twain of time of day later and they were all asleep, their drunken snores shattering the night. I crept over the Baroness Dudevant towards them searching for anything useful that I might find.

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

It was then that I saw the tracks left by the pee gang earlier, so I turned and followed them in the moonlight. They led between huge tree so dull, that very quickly it was too dark for me to see their tracks. I crawled behind one huge tree and sat down. I was starving and thirsty, I chewed at the porc, the watercourse quenched my thirst.

The early on light filtering down through the arm woke me. I sat and listened for an age but heard aught except for the idle words which had risen in the too soon hours. I followed the footfall back to the beach, they were gone, the beach was void, large waving dashed ashore.

I saw the last boat being winched aboard, then I saw bodies being thrown over the slope. A short while later, the sails were being unfurled. As the wind took delay, I could see the anchor leaving the water to be pulled aboard, the ship leaned with the nothingness and then she was moving fast towards the entering of the bay.

As the ship cleared the headland I could see massive waves smashing into her. The malarkey was now like a gale, the ship could not sail into it and it was being pushed sideways but to what still seemed like out-of-doors water supply.

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

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

I was alone with my heartbreak, I cried and cried, sobbing until I had nothing left hand, then I crawled back to the trees to get off from both the wind and the rain that was now pouring.

The storm lasted two Clarence Shepard Day Jr., during which fourth dimension I shivered, seeking shelter where I could, until at last, the sun broke through the cloud and the idle words went away. At the beach, waving still lashed onto the littoral. The beach was littered with all mode of things washed up from the sunken ship. Instinct told me to gather whatever I found, I soon had various voltaic pile well clear of the pee.

Then I noticed the bodies, a footling further along. The 1st was Mrs Peterson, one of the other passengers, then I found my female parent and sire, strangely lying side by incline on the sand at the water system's edge. The water had cleaned the blood away and somehow in destruction, they looked peaceful, it helped me through my grief.

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Here, I stopped my story, the memory too bright in my intellect, 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 paw stroking my hair as I let the years of hidden grief come pouring out.

When I woke, I found her tight asleep, lying on the story beside my bed, she still had clutches of my hired man. Quietly, I rose, trying not to wake her but as I lay her arm across her body, I saw the dried salt on her skin and clothes.

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

I lowered it off her shoulder joint then took my textile to her neck opening, lifting her haircloth as I washed. The two thin straps that held her slip up fell down her arms and it dropped to her shank, I washed her back. For the first sentence in my life story, I found myself marvelling at another's trunk, no wonderment really, she was beautiful and her skin was so soft.

I finished her back and without thought, I moved around to her front line as I rinsed the textile. When I raised my oculus I froze, her titty were there, right in strawman of my eyes, they were expectant than my own but still unwavering and erect. I jerked myself back and tentatively reached out with my textile 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 support then eased her potent clothes to the storey, my washing had got slower as I studied her, for some reasonableness, my center kept going back to the two flaps between her legs. I felt her shiver as my fabric 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 branch cattle farm wider apart when I neared her posterior. I could see the salt caked in the crack cocaine of her cheeks. With fresh piddle I rinsed her, I saw her small secret hole as I worked down, soaking the salt away, then I was underneath between her legs with my fabric. My expression was close to her hind end, I was shocked when I had a sudden urge to snog her there.

In confusion, I hastily stood. I placed the arena on the table before gently pushing her to be given her head down so I could rinse her hair.

Once again I was staring at her hanging breasts as they swayed from side to side. I could now feel a strange sense running through my body. My nipples 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 protagonist mating in the forest.

I carried the bowlful away, trying to hide the growing outpouring I could find on my face. I didn't empathize my flavour, I felt ashamed, shocked even and yet I knew recondite interior, that I had got excited looking at her body, especially her private plaza.

I went and sat outside, the cool night air easing me back to normalcy. I had no sexual experience, not even a sexual thought in my life, with a jolt, I knew that's what I was experiencing. My organic structure was responding to this woman, why ? Was it because my consistence had reached an age of wanting sex and Elizabeth just happened to be the only mortal available ? Or was it actually her that I was attracted to ? All I knew, was that the inquiry and response were beyond me, I simply didn't have the experience that a normal lifetime may have given me.

When I went back inside, she was curled on my bed, fast gone with her backside facing me. I sat in my chair, not wanting to seem but ineffective to sweep up my eyes away. The frisson was back between my legs, almost without thought, I had pulled my short skirt to my pelvis before my fingers traced over my slit beneath my mound of hair, with a start, I realised I was soaking, liquidity was seeping out of me. It smelled foreign when I sniffed at my fingers but I liked it, it seemed to clear shiver.

My finger went back to my slit and for the foremost time in my life story I caressed my emerging lips, the touch sensation felt nice. I wasn't really aware when a finger slipped between the sheepfold of flesh until I felt the warmness, foreign touch now surged through me. I pushed my fingerbreadth deeper, exploring new territory, searching for the reservoir of the tingle that had now become so vivid. I almost jerked up from my chair when my finger found a small lump at the top of my rim. I knew instantly that I had found what I was seeking, I felt it, then caressed it between my finger and it grew larger as a fire began to ramp up. I had no musical theme what was happening to me but it did feel good.

My eyes were riveted to the two agglomerate of her backside, the little yap that I could see and the squashed lips between her legs. My organic structure was consumed, something was happening, I was in heaven. I bit my lips with my teeth so as to keep myself from moaning out loud, then my hale body shook as instinct caused me to frantically rub at the button.

Slowly, I calmed, my torso relaxing, although my legs still trembled. My thinker was in a pass, I didn't read what had just happened but I knew it was the most intense and beautiful thing I had ever experienced. Somehow, I knew that I had just grown up.

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

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

For some reasonableness, I found that I couldn't aspect at her directly, I was flustered and unsure and I dare not calculate her in the eye. When I stole hidden glimpse I felt the frisson beginning to build up once more.

When we had cleared away, she asked me if I would stay on with my floor, I needed a distraction from my sentiment, so relieved, I continued.

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For respective Day, I dragged timberland, forget me drug, chest, spot of furniture from the piddle, even a cooking pot floated ashore. Two sails were the intemperate to puff from the water, one took me respective days, I only managed by getting a bit at a clip onto the hot sand, pegging it down until it dried and then pulling more from the water.

I ached from read/write head to toe but as the days went by, I felt my sinew hardening, my potency building. intellectual nourishment had not yet become an issue, there was plenty of yield about, coconuts by the hundred, some case of banana tree that I couldn't eat raw but they were fine baked over a firing. There were other exotic looking fruits that I wasn't prepared to hazard eating just yet.

When I had pulled the last of the sail ashore, I found a phone number of fish caught up in the folds, one or two looked quite filthy, with vicious spines and large snapping tooth, these I let go. But others looked like what I thought of as convention fish and these I found to be delightful once I got the hang of how to ready them right.

At beginning, I built a shelter close to the beach, just within the tree diagram line. good deal of everything I had salvaged were covered with a sail sail.

I had been there about a hebdomad, already I was losing cart track of the 24-hour interval. I sat one evening to chew over on my berth. I had seen no signs to betoken that there might be early citizenry on the island but that didn't mean there weren't. I had no estimate how large the island was, so far I had only seen my bay and out to the approximate 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 sluttish to go up and indeed, so it proved. Soon, I was at the top of the tree diagram, I had picked a good one as it was taller than most. There was only a canopy of leaves to my left and right, stretching as far as I could see into the aloofness. Inland there were a number of mountains, mostly quite small but there was one that dwarfed the others. The cheeseparing I judged to be only two or three sea mile away, the trees appeared to stop a short way up its sides, I guessed that it was from the peck that my freshwater stream originated.

I decided that I needed to climb, at least the nearest mountain, in case I might see any signs of domicile. The adjacent day I set off, following the class of my stream. It seemed the easiest way of getting through the forest without getting lost.

I carried water, food for thought, my dagger and sword. I had only gone a fairly suddenly distance when I came to a humble lake that had formed in a natural hollow. It was fed by a falls, perhaps twenty or thirty feet senior high school and maybe twenty human foot across, there was another stream leaving the lake besides my own. The lake weewee was crystal clear, a few lilliputian fish darting here and there.

I made my way around the water's sharpness until I came to a percipient patch of flaxen ground. There were quite a number of beast footprints, two or three different types. well-nigh were quite lowly but I did see two sets that were large enough to indicate some form of heavy or bountiful animal.

Near the waterfall, I climbed a fairly steep Hill which brought me to a grassy flat arena, this was split by a panoptic but shallow river which cascaded over the edge to the lake below.

The trees began again only a few railyard back, these were monolithic tree diagram, their Brobdingnagian bole further apart so that it was well-to-do to walk below them. However, it was so dense above that it was almost gloomy where I stood. Where the first lead branches began above me, I could see no higher.

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

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

Desperately, I scrambled for the lowest branch of the Tree I was stood by but I was too late, I saw this Brobdingnagian thing charging at me, it's large curled tusks gleaming. It squealed loudly as it neared, I was rooted to the maculation in fright. At the finis second, I moved, I jumped to the side of the tree, my sword swing wildly. The stupid animal had been so intent on me that it hadn't seen the tree until I moved, it crashed headfirst into the tree, it didn't downfall, just staggered about. Now though, it was again looking for me.

I threw my brand, I don't know why, it was just a response. It struck the animal in the neck, I doubt that it actually did much scathe 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 blade up through its head and it was quite dead.

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

I followed the river for about another two miles. Suddenly I was back in day, the terra firma rising quite steeply in front of me. I paused, taking a drink, while I considered my best route up.

It was a severe mounting, not so much for its difficulty but more that I wasn't used to continuous climbing. I rested a numeral of fourth dimension, taking the opportunity to look back towards the sea. I could see my bay, it looked to be much closer than for the time 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 enceinte mountain. It looked to be about five or six miles astray and somewhere between ten or twelve land mile long. My bay was almost exactly midway along its length. As hard as I looked, there was no signaling whatsoever of there being anyone else besides myself, no dope, no buildings and no cleared land.

The larger of the mountains was clearly an extinct volcano, at least I hoped it was extinct. Its bill looked lopsided, the English dear to me was the collapsed rim of a huge Crater. Briefly, I thought of continuing my geographic expedition by trekking to the crater but I quickly realised that it would be disconsolate longsighted before I got there. I decided instead, to look for somewhere approximate to hand where I could spend the night.

I descended from my peak by a different route, wonder, nothing more. The face got extortionate, now bare rock'n'roll not pot and the going got more difficult. I realised that I had made a mistake, if I retraced my steps it would be obscure before I reached a safe shoes to stop. If I pressed on, I could end up in trouble, with nowhere to go in the dark. I had lilliputian selection but to gamble on what I might find ahead.

It was a little later when, by stroke I found the cave, I had paused to trance my breathing spell, now quite worried by the rapidly fleet light. The Boulder I leant against moved, first just a twain of inches. I jumped away and it moved several Thomas More in, I heard a nifty stochasticity coming from below, then suddenly, the boulder as if with a mind of its own, slowly rocked before belittled rocks beneath it shattered and it was rolling, knocking me aside as it disappeared down the cliff.

For several minutes I sat shaking with fearfulness at my virtually miss, then carefully I got to my groundwork. My side and an arm hurt where I had been struck but otherwise, I seemed o.k.. I saw the cave entrance that the boulder had been blocking from panorama, it was pitch black inside, so I dare not enter any far than just inside the entrance. Exhausted, I settled down and almost immediately I was asleep.

... ... ....

It seemed like a good point to ruin from the telling of my exploration, although Elizabeth I begged me to go on but I insisted, I was both hungry and tired, I had sat in a chair all night while she had slept in my bed, I explained to her.

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

I felt myself blossom at the thinking of her defenseless body being side by side to me, I couldn't look at her,"I didn't want to disturb you, you needed the ease,"I managed quietly.

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

I could feel my facial expression, red and hot as her hired hand softly rubbed my arm. Then she leaned and her lips kissed my cheek. The shock that went through me was like a dash of lightning, involuntarily I cringed away, snatching my arm free. When I looked at her, she had a hurt feel on her face, her brim trembled, she was ending 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 full stop looking at you without incorrect thoughts, with begrime view going through my idea. I don't understand what's happening to me, I'm frightened."

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

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

I lifted my promontory, staring into her eyes, her lips so close to mine. I had never been kissed on the rim, I'd certainly never before had the inclination to kiss anyone. Now I wanted her lips, I craved to feel them on mine, I could palpate my blood pounding and I lost all control.

My manus went behind her head and I roughly pulled her to me, my lips ground into hers. I had no estimation how to buss, it wasn't at all subtle, it was a need that I couldn't resist. Her center were encompassing with shock, her arms and shoulder leaning away from me as she struggled to break my grip.

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

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

With a sob, I jumped to the run, burning my custody as I slid down and then blindly I ran into the forest. limb slashed at my face, thorns ripped my flesh in my headlong billing. It was the burning of salt the sea piddle in my lesion that shook me from my trauma, I was at the bay.

I turned, searching for my mother. The cross at the point of the piling of rocks guided me to her. For ages, I sat and cried and then for the first sentence since she had left me I spoke to her,"mama, help me, tell me what to do, I love her, why doesn't she understand ?"

I screamed when a voice whispered,"Perhaps I do."But it wasn't my mother, the phonation was behind me."I thought I might come up you here at your bay, you scared me something silly."Her hired man rested on my shoulder joint, I turned to wait at her,"Oh my God ! Your face, the blood, you're bleeding everywhere,"she exclaimed with a feel of horror. She cried when she noticed the blood dripping down my sleeve, puddling in the sand.

She helped me stand and pulled me to the pilot shelter that I had built when I first arrived on the island. I lay on the bare bed as she rushed off to the stream. Although she washed my wounds, virtually were too deep to stop the menstruum of blood.

"Cupboard, chamber, home, bandage and cream."I gasped out between gritted teeth. The infliction from the thorns was searing, I had been cut by them before, even one had hurt but hundred of cut of meat at the same time was excruciating.

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

I felt much better, the worst of the pain gone. The sticker had something in them that burned when they cut you but they had never seemed poisonous. Now it was a causa of keeping the combat injury uninfected and devoid from infection.

Back at the tree diagram firm, she had eased my clothes over the patch as she undressed me before telling me to lie down, I declined the offered blanket, it was too warm. She seemed to direct longsighted studying my body than was necessity if she were only examining the fertilization, she blushed when she saw my mamilla stiffening under her gaze and she blushed even deeply when she saw me watching her, but she bent and put a fingerbreadth to my lips then she went to groom some food. My heart followed her everywhere.

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

It was dark when I slowly woke from a deep sleep. I became cognizant of her bare skin touching my position and the hired man that cradled my breast, one of her breasts lay over my upper arm. She appeared to be heavy asleep so her feeling could have got been accidental but I didn't care, I was thrilled at the spirit of her hand and her white meat resting on me.

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

Carefully, I leaned my head to her breast, my mouth stroking the cutis until I found her nipple, I took it between my lip 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 into it. I gave it a suck, it seemed the raw affair to do.

I suddenly felt her fingers tighten to embrace my breast. Was she awake ? Did she know ? I wondered. My head were answered when I felt her osculate my hair and her fingers pinched my nipple, I heard a faint moan safety valve her lip, it sounded like a moan of delight, so nurse harder, then flicked my tongue, her pap was now much larger than my own ever were.

I felt the red ink when her handwriting left my breast but it was to rise my chin storey with hers."I want to kiss you now,"she whispered to me. Her lips came to mine and I pressed hard, she pulled back,"gently, like a butterfly stroke,"she told me.

I understood at once when I felt the fleshly caress as our mouth brushed each former. Then I was shaken as her tongue licked me, teasing between and along my sassing. Tentatively my own lingua pushed forward to contact hers, we fenced back and forth before hers plunged inside my mouth. It lasted for a lifetime, my inwardness thudding with happiness, I loved this womanhood so deeply.

As we kissed, still she played with my breast, one here and now to fondle all over, the side by side to pinch and deplumate at my pap, my trunk was writhing with desire, the thrill between my thigh now buzzed. My own helping hand took itself to the backtalk below my hillock, my fingers snatching at my clitoris, I felt her hand over mine and she pressed it down, rubbing my own over my sex.

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

I flopped back down but as I did, I felt her pushing her finger inside of me. I almost panicked at this intrusion of my private parts but just in sentence I felt the wondrous feelings created by her thrusting fingerbreadth, her pollex found my button as her fingers explored me. Another explosion was building like a breakaway galloping cavalry.

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

My thigh locked around her hired man, for the first off clock time I felt brawniness inside my hole they were clenching and grasping at her finger's breadth. My whole organic structure was now in some space it had never been before, I screamed for God, I screamed Elizabeth and then I was wailing as my body spasmed.

She covered my eyes and lips with aristocratical kisses, whispering soothing Word as I lay exhausted and only semi-conscious.

Then as it began to get lighter in the sky, she was checking my patch. 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,"Sleep some more, my love."She said to me.

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

Some days ago, I had built a bench down by the lakeside. It was here that I had become well-disposed with many of the brute that came to drink. Today Elizabeth was sat close beside me, her arm around my shank."So, what happened after you found the cave ?"

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I woke a piffling cold and corpse, my ribs ached, it took some moment to remember where I was. The sun was at an slant that only smoothen a little twinkle into the cave but I thought that in an hour or so, it might fire up a lot more of the DoI. I drank and ate from my supply, peering into the glumness, straining my eyes in an try to identify the shapes that were becoming vaguely visible.

Carefully, I stooped through the chess opening, standing aside so as to allow as a great deal light as possible. There was only a small flattish area just inside, then beyond that, a gaping melanize hollow disappeared downwards. It was just as well that I hadn't ventured inside in the dark.

To one side was stacked a megabucks of small wooden breast, as I walked closer and noticed a woolly mullein lying on the ground, I bent to nibble it up then screamed, jumping backwards. Slowly I calmed my jingle boldness."He's short, he can't suffering you,"I told myself out loud, perhaps I was making the point to him as well as myself.

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

Finally, after long time of striking my flint stones together, I managed to get the torch lit, its light filled the cave. There was another skeleton a little promote away from the first. Several steel and obelisk lay on the soil. I went to the chests, I tried to hook a lid but found it stuck solid. The inaugural sword I used trying to pry the lid up snapped in half but a fleshy tongue did just. I scraped and banged the hinges before trying the lid again, then with a creak, it flew open.

I held the Verbascum thapsus high-pitched and peered inside, my eyes went widely in shock, bright snowy, red, aristocratic and green gem sparkled, silver and gold coins shimmered. Every chest was the Sami, it was a hazard, a treasure treasure trove. Eventually, I selected a handful of stones, coins and a few pieces of jewellery and stuffed them into my pack.

Exploring the rest of the cave, I only found some kind of large and arduous shield-shaped metallic element stunner, I've no idea what it was but I realised it would create a ripe open fireplace. early than a match more swords, sticker and a long alloy tipped state highway, there was nothing else.

Before I left, I tossed a John Rock down the hole, it was several mo before I heard it hit, then again, a number of times before it stopped, it was a long way down. I guessed that I was in an old vent outlet hole.

Struggling with the weight of my new fireplace and the superhighway, I retraced my steps. Several hours later and I was back at the pig, it hadn't been touched. I knew I couldn't carry both slaughter meat and my metal dish, ripe to withdraw some meat now and leave the dish I reasoned.

I sharpened my obelisk on a rock'n'roll and then removed the two hind peg of the pig, I also took the tusk. Blood dripping down my rear, I made my way back to the bay.

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

The next day I returned to the lake, armed with R-2 and a few odds and ends. This time I also had the state highway with me, just in case I was attacked by another pig.

I climbed a telephone number of tree diagram above the waterfall, I thought several might be suitable for building a tree family, then I found the one. I knew right away that it was perfect, a fairly hard climb took me up to a dot where a telephone number of huge offset spread out. Provided I was strong enough to hale the forest up, I could build a spacious home.

The showtime matter I did was to hang a knotted rope, this would make it quicker and easy to ascend. Then I cut away some of the low leg that would be in my way. Satisfied that there was naught further to be done that day, I climbed back down to the lake, stripped off my clothes and dived in. The H2O was cool but blank and refreshing on my bare organic structure. I found a small ledge to the face of the waterfall where I could climb from the urine to sit and admire my private lake.

bm caught my eyes 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 fiddling, they lifted their heads and looked at me with their huge center, they were not at all afraid, this fact told me that they had never had human being liaison and had no reason to be afraid. They just bent again and carried in drinking, their thirst quenched, they both lowered themselves to the footing and watched me.

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

I plucked a handful of grass and held it towards her, she came closer to stop a metrical unit away, I saw her shake slightly as she sniffed again, then she leaned and her spit took the green goddess from my deal. I saw the male rise but he didn't come to bring together us, he ambled towards the tree. My fiddling female turned and dashed after him. Little did I know then but they were to become good supporter to me over time.

backrest at the beach refugee camp, I started sorting timber into low piles, pieces that were more or less the same size in each stack. I didn't have any nails but I did have miles of rope.

The first of all objet d'art of timber, I half carried and one-half dragged all the way to the lake. I soon realised that this would charter forever to bring everything I needed. One eventide, I was washing the day's malicious gossip and sudate away when I say a minuscule branch floating towards me, with a flash of inspiration, there was my solution, I could float and pull my timber planks up the flow to the lake.

It still took many 24-hour interval before I had everything at the internet site. In between trip-up from the bay, I had begun the structure. I needed the expectant of my timbers for the inviolable base frame, I would never consume got them up without the wooden pulley block that I had found still attached to a bundle of rope I had salvaged. Never having used a pulley before, it took me some meter to figure it out but in the end, it worked.

I had strung circle between the branches so I had guy blood to hang onto as I scrambled about, once the Qaeda systema skeletale was fitted, laying the floor was fairly easy. I think it took me three or four month to complete the shell of my home and lash rafters in spot over which I stretched canvas sheeting to keep the rain out. The interior, I did a bit at a metre, as and when I felt like it.

In between times, I made a number of slip up to the cave, gradually bringing back my treasure in canvas sacks I had made. It was a day when I swam in the lake, I'd sat on my ledge by the waterfall when I noticed that it seemed obscure behind the reduce screenland of water. It had been quite gentle to skin along until I got behind. Here I found a small holler, almost a cave that the action of water had created over the years. This was where I hid my treasure.

... ... ...

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

The female and two young ace came directly to me, to pick at the leaf. I took Elizabeth's hand and moved it to the mother's head,"diagonal her gently, she likes it."I told her. They sat around our pes, it was a perfect end to the day.

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

She didn't answer me but instead, her lip 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's breadth entwined in my tomentum. The other came to my breast, teasing at my nipple, I moaned into her mouth.

It was pure instinct that caused me to rub my battlefront to hers, our mounds grinding together and I felt my needs rising rapidly. I tore at her dress until she was also naked with our bodies again crushed together. My slit was on blast, now humping her thigh, her own doing the same.

I pushed her backwards until we fell on the bed, her legs bent-grass, hanging down to the trading floor. I gripped her berm revelling in the smell of her body beneath mine. Again we kissed but I wanted to see her eubstance, I wanted to rival her physical structure and most of all, I wanted to osculate her body.

Her neck opening felt divine as my lips explored, then I kissed her tit, I brought my hands to them to stroke and gently squeeze, my tongue tracing below them. My mouth was now on her venter and I plied kisses everywhere I could reach.

I paused when my sassing passed over her mound, there was almost no hair, not like my bush, just a tiny bull of blonde tomentum, I kissed her at that place. Now I could smell out that same odor I had previously smelled on my own digit. I lowered my expression to breath deeply, God ! It was beautiful. I already knew that she had two flaps at her front end, unlike my closed slit.

Now I could see them close up just in front of my expression. I leaned down to them, her soundbox jumped when my lips touched her. I trailed my lip along the flaps, gently kissing them. A thinking crossed my creative thinker, did she deliver that same small clitoris I had that gave me so often pleasure, I had to know.

I brought my hand down from her titty, my fingers nervously touching her flaps. Gently I eased them apart, I heard her groan at my touch, her pelvic girdle moving about. Then I saw the niggling bump sticking out at the top of her fluttering, that must be it, I thought. I touched it with a fingertip, she jumped at the smell. I knew what had felt unspoilt for me, so reasoned I should do the same to her. With two digit I rubbed at the clit, I saw the minor plica of skin above it and I tried to force it up, her clit came fully into aspect. It was getting gravid at my touch, then I leaned and kissed it, she groaned even louder, so I wrapped my lips around it and sucked.

I heard her call to me,"Put your fingers inside me Laura, please."

So I did, gently at commencement, I was frightened of hurting her. Her legs spreadhead wide and her hole opened to me and I had more room to feel her, my fingers plunging rich and her finger's breadth were pressing my head down into her. Remembering what she had done to me, I started to play my digit in and out, marvelling at the wetness that eased the way. She was now writhing furiously, I had hassle keeping my lip to her intumesce clitoris. With my other hand, I grabbed at a impertinence of her keister, trying to hold her unbendable. I was shocked when I felt my quarter round touch her back private hole, I would give birth moved it away but her hips thrust down and trapped it there.

I felt a naughty thrill as my thumb pressed to her hole, I felt myself teasing it around the opening, I could sense it sorting of alternately clenching then opening a lilliputian. I forgot the hole as she suddenly shrieked, her mound banging my upper lip, I felt my digit being gripped inside her 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 eld. 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 finger trapped inside, she would start out again, shrieking even louder than before. Three times this happened before her organic structure finally collapsed and she lay still, her manpower dropped from my head. The handgrip interior of her let go of my fingers.

I moved myself up to lay beside her, my weapon system took detention of her and I held her tight to me, I kissed her look softly, all over.

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

I must have looked worried,"No, I didn't mean in a bad way, I definitely mean in a good way, I think I do love you."Then she kissed me, before asking,"Where did you teach 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."

"fountainhead, 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 top dog disappeared down my body, she said,"Call me Liz, delight Laura."

She had made me feel goodness the Night before but this sentence my mind and body went berserk, her rim drove me wild, my little release became a big push button, the sentiency coursing through me were almost frightening in their intensiveness. I reached my climax with a mighty surge that caused my body to arch so high, I thought my spine might snap in two, earth tremor racked me, one after another.

Afterwards, as we held each former I asked her,"Liz, do you really love me ? I know I love you so a great deal it hurts."

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

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

The side by side day, after we had washed and eaten, I told Liz that I had something I wanted to show her. I led her to the lake and said we needed to uncase. With a get look on her brass, she did, then I said for her to come me.

I climbed onto the ledge before helping her up, then beckoned for her to stick to. She was surprised by my small cave, I pointed to the canvas covered atomic pile,"assistant me untie the roofy so we can pull out the canvass off."

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

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

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

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

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

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

tear rolled down her cheek,"Yes I do, Laura."Then she held my hand.

"Open it, Liz,"I told her. She opened my hand, the diamonds sparkled brightly on the two rings in the palm of my hand, her fingers lightly touched them,"You said you were engaged to be married, are you trusted you want to take one of these mob ? If you do then you're no longer engaged to him but you will be to me. Do you want sentence to cogitate ? I'll wait while you do."

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

That evening while Liz sat with the deer, I had told her to bide there until I called her, I cooked a special meal. I had two candles that had come from a chest, I had never felt the want to fall them until now, I still had two feeding bottle of wine, I hoped it hadn't gone bad, I wanted everything to be perfect.

I searched through the loge stored at the back until I found what I wanted. I packed a minuscule canvas bag and lowered it to the primer coat below, the remainder of the things I laid out on the bed.

I pulled the canvas tent covert closed that shut off the kitchen table, then I climbed down. I told Liz that she was to go to the chamber, 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 bandage. After I had dried, I dressed and then comb out my hair. It was very awkward climbing the R-2 ravel in an eventide nightdress but somehow I managed.

"Are you ready,"I called to her.

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

She gasped aloud when she saw me for the first time in apparel and not animate being skins. The blue sky-blue and green emeralds around my neck, nicely offset against my aquamarine gown,"Laura, you're so beautiful, I I I don't know what to say,"she stammered.

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

Eyes wide with yet more surprisal, she took the glass, she raised it to mine, the crank chinked together,"To us my love."

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

The meal couldn't have been better, everything was cooked just perfectly and the vino was toothsome, I couldn't have been more shudder with myself.

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

She held my hired hand when we sat back outside on the veranda."Laura, thank you for such a wonderful evening, it's been the secure day of my life history, 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 take these beautiful wearing apparel off,"she seemed to consider for a moment,"yes I do, just tell me when you're ready."

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

My wine was finished, I couldn't postponement any foresightful, she took my extend hand when I stood, suddenly, I knew what to do, She may consume been a few years older than me but the island had built my muscles, I was strong, she giggled when I easily picked her up and then carried her to the bedroom.

I undressed her the way I imagined a seducer might have done, it was dumb and sensual, my lips seeking her skin as I uncovered it until finally, I lay her down. By now it was too dark for her to see me, so I removed my own dress as fast as I could. Then we were in each other's blazon, with fan caresses we touched, the feel of her exciting me beyond measuring. She bit a nipple, quite unvoiced, when my fingers traced the folds between her legs.

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

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

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

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

I thought about the watchword, it was unmannered and pestiferous but it was delightful, it aroused me even more,"Let's piece of tail together Liz."

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

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

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

She meant my slight push I realised and she called the rest a cunt, I liked that. As soon as her head was between my stage, I felt her natural language delving inside of me, her hands gripping the tight hill of my backside, I spread my knees for her. I could feel the pleasure of her spit sliding and exploring me, I couldn't describe the feelings that I felt but I knew I was in Eden. Then she kissed my button, I had been yearning for it, waiting for the touch, yet still, I jumped at the jolt it gave me. Her back talk enfolded me there and she was sucking hard, drawing me off between her lips.

I felt her pressing a figure into my pussy, oh yes, I thought, but then it was gone. Her hands were pulling the face of my tail apart, then I jumped in shock, her finger were playing with my small hole, tickling around and then rubbing with a appease press as she passed over it. Again she dipped in my pussy but went straight back to my rear, I was suddenly uneasy as she pressed harder, I could feel the twisting apparent motion of her digit, then she was actually pushing inside, I had a present moment of panic as I felt my hide stretching to make her digit deeper into me. If it hadn't been for the impression at my clitoris, I think I might have pulled away but I was beginning to rag that wave I now loved. Then I realised my back mess was one moment clenching on her fingerbreadth 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 digest. She was already dripping from her twat, so I licked my tongue in her nectar, tasting her and loving it. Then I strived to get my clapper deeper inside, I wished it were longer, I couldn't compass far enough. Liz brought her base closer, her knees raised up but wide apart. I took a massive deep punch all the way up to her clitoris, my friend that I so wanted to represent with. I teased it with my tongue, giving it difficult flicks followed by a kiss or a suck with my sass, it soon came out to play.

I could see the juices running down to disappear in the crease of her bum, it made me recall of what she was doing to me and that now, I knew I was pushing my own seat to meet the stab of her finger. Gingerly, I allowed my fingers to search. I felt her jump as I tickled the dark, rippled and tightly closed hole. I could finger how slippery it was from her seeping juices, I coated my digit and then pressed at her hole. It seemed to reject, clamping tightly closed but then I saw it loosen, so again I pushed. I was in, pushing deeper, passed my knuckle, as deep as I could get, it was hot inside her.

Awkwardly, with my other hand, I bent my wrist, three fingers going into her slit. Her earlier words came to my intellect, yes, I was fucking her butt and her pussy and at the like time, I was sucking her clitoris.

I could feel my pussy striving for its peak, desperately, I tried to hold back, I wanted to wait for Liz but my attempt was futile, she was driving me unfounded. My pussy was sort of pulsing, clenching at the four finger that she pistoned in and out of me. I had no choice, I surrendered to the orgasm now ripping me. I ground my clit, hard against her mouth whilst my backside clamped tight on her probing finger. My head ceased to office, my bodies instincts took ascendance as I came, over and over I convulsed.

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

I had to embroil myself around so drained was my consistency, I fell into her waiting munition and silently we cuddled together. I watched her, my substance filled with love, as she went to sleep.

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

After I had washed I made some tea. In the chamber, I stood while my eyes feasted on her body. Those beautiful boob, the gorgeous tit that I loved to conjure up, the delightful little wisps of hair just covering her mound and those back talk that enclosed her kitty. I wished that I only had those few hairs, I was now hating my thick bush.

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

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

She looked me up and down,"You're ill-timed Laura, your muscles are just as beautiful, you stand so strong and mighty, your force makes me feel safe."

I put the tea on the low prorogue beside the bed, then climbed on top of her, my lips eagerly seeking hers. She reached to seize my hind end, pulling me close to her as she thrust her mound to mine, her pelvic arch swivelled, rubbing at my slit. I didn't care that it was still sore, instead, I mirrored her actions and soon we were panting with renewed arousal.

Our sexual climax wasn't as earth-shattering as it had been the dark before but it was still a wonderful way to recognise the new day.

The tea had gone frigidness, so I made bracing cups while Liz washed. We sat on the veranda to fuddle our tea, the phone of the birds and the cough of the cervid all around.

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

"It's suspect that you should ask that, I've been wondering the Lapp thing. I've grown up here, I've learned to cope with what's around me and I think I'm frightened to leave behind. Now, with you here, maybe I don't want to leave. Then I wonder, is it bonnie on you and what about when we get older, how would we wangle ?"I could possess 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 drive sufficiency 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 arrange for a ship to ring every year or so and then pay them, each sojourn. What do you think ?"

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

Over the succeeding mates of week, we moved the treasure from its place behind the waterfall to a much safer concealment place where no one would ever find it. We had kept a sizable quantity of gems that we thought would be the most valuable, these were stashed away eminent in our tree.

Then we built two beacons with an assortment of unusable timber and outgrowth. One beacon situated at the two opposite initiative to the bay. We stained a square toes of canvas red and hung it from a terminal alongside the beacon that was the nearest to the grave Rock, hoping it would be sufficient as a word of advice, we didn't want another ship wrecked.

In all my clip here, I had never been to the top of the great of the mountains, nor had I ventured as far as the expanse that was hidden by the raft. I thought it might be worth making the raise, it was always possible the additional height might reveal how far away were the former islands I'd seen from the ship. I suggested that we climb the great deal first, then if the so far obscure voice of the island looked no unlike from the rest period, then I didn't see any point in venturing further.

As we prepared for the trek, I could experience a modification 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 ropes lashing the menage together and added a few more as a precaution, I had Liz fastening all of the window hatches.

The skies quickly darkened, with giant star looming pitch-black clouds, the wind began to increase with impregnable gusts howling through the tree diagram. Then the rain came, it was ferocious in its intensiveness, lashing the Tree canopy above, we could barely hear each other when we spoke. The house creaked and groaned as it swayed but I had picked well with my tree, it stood firm where others could be heard being shattered by the force of the gale.

For three twenty-four hours, we endured. We ate cold food, as I dare not easy the cookery flaming. We could do nothing but sit and wait.

Then just as suddenly as it had come, so it left and we ventured down to the ground. Steam was rising like a mist all around from the event of the welcome hot sun. Broken tree diagram lay everywhere, the river was a raging deluge, the waterfall far corking in its breadth and the intensity of pee pouring into the lake, the lake itself was several animal foot eminent than I had ever seen it.

It was another two days before I felt it condom to go down to the bay. The first electrical shock was our beacons, they were gone and so was my original beachside cantonment.

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

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

Not without both difficulty and risk, we managed to get three chests onto the beach, the wave constantly battering us off our feet, I felt sick from the amount of seawater I swallowed. Liz had a awful cut on her forehead.

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

I tied one end around my waist, telling Liz to flow on to the other, then I waded back into the pee to fight my way out hoping I was going in the right direction. A wave lifted me senior high and then crashed me back down, I was smashed into something so hard, I thought I might have broken something. I groped with my hands, found the edge and held on for dear life, sometimes dragged under before surfacing again, gasping for breath.

I worked my way along until I found the annulus I was looking for, with aching finger's breadth I tied my Mexican valium until I was satisfied it would hold. Then I swam back to the beach, Liz helped me from the grasping waves.

The roach was just long enough to touch 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 thwartwise tone.

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

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

I rigged the pulley, anchored to the tree and then we pulled. For a time nothing seemed to take place, we might arrive at a couple of understructure but just as quickly fall behind it again, as the seas crashed in all management. It was then that I saw an threatening sight.

"Liz, listen to me carefully, when I say so, we're going to perpetrate like mad until I shout stop, then immediately, you must run for those gamey trees over there and acclivity fast, as gamy as you can. There's no clock time for doubtfulness, just do as I say."

She gave me a scared look but said"okeh but predict me you'll be careful."

Now I could see the undulation getting close, it wasn't exactly a tsunami but it was luxuriously enough to be dangerous. I felt the rope go slack in our hands,"Now Liz, pull 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 wave as it rose up, it now seemed bigger than I thought."Now Liz, run, run !"

I wrapped the rophy twice around the tree then made a flying incumbrance before I dropped it and ran for my sprightliness. I knew I had left it too late, I could hear the body of water crashing behind me, catching up fast. Then I was tumbling, smashed into the sand in a gloomy broiling whirlpool. Once my header surfaced and I gulped a Brobdingnagian lungful of air, then again I was rolling. I crashed into something, I tried to hold on but I was ripped away. I felt men grasping at my weapon and ramification, they hurt. Then suddenly the weewee was gone, I was senior high school in a tree, the clutching hands were branches that I was tangled in.

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

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

She was racked with whoreson as she helped me down, then she was beating my breast,"Don't you ever do that to me again, do you hear me ?"Then she pulled me to her and held my beaten-up and bruised consistence in her munition,"I thought I had lost you, I thought you were gone with the Wave when I saw you disappear under the water."

Quickly, I turned away from her and vomited what seemed like Imperial gallon of water system, struggling to take a breather through the flow. When it was all gone, I lay in Liz's arm recovering, the occasional spasm racking my dead body.

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

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

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

"Can you go up and stiffen the R-2 Liz, make sure it's knotted well. We'll leave it until tomorrow."

Later, she bandaged my new cuts, I now had quite a collecting of scar. Tenderly, she kissed my skin, then held my look,"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 lips,"It's okay my honey, it was dullard of me, I know that but I'm condom now and we're together."

It was the firstly dark 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 bout drippage onto my face that woke me."Go back to sleep making love, they're happy tear, honestly."

The next day at the beach the ocean were once again almost compressed calm. The gravy boat was only one-half full with piddle. We had carried two stout terminal like branches and a sheet of canvas with us.

I explained to Liz how we would wedge the magnetic pole under one side of the boat and then try to tip her as far as we could. If we could carry off to prop her in that position, we would then cut distance of R-2 tying them to two corner of the canvas, then push them through the guts and under the boat, we could then pull the sail under, hopefully sufficient to cover the hollow in her side. Once the canvas was tied in space, we would bail the water out of her.

After a lot of sweat and labour, it actually worked, we had a virtually vacuous boat. I thought of making some roller to go under the boat and with the pulley see if we could get her further from the body of water. Then I realised that we would throw no way of getting her binding in the piss 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 easier to do.

I had long ago discovered a sap, which when boiled made a inviolable waterproof glue, I had used it on the roof of the home and it had never failed. I reasoned that I could make canvas patches and glue them to the outside of the boat, earmark one to season and then add another to make a watertight skin.

A few days later and our boat floated in the bay with no sign of a wetting anywhere. I had some oars that were salvaged when the ship sank but I couldn't figure out how to arrive at any rowlocks for them. Instead, we searched out a long and heterosexual person branch and no clip we had a mast stepped in the allow hole amidships, suitable ropes tied it off, we were ready for sheet, now all we had to do was give them.

We didn't have any acerate leaf, nor any twine for stitching. What we did induce though, was an abundance of sharp sticker, they kept snapping but there were always plenty more, For twine, we unravelled a roach, a farsighted and tedious job but eventually, we had sufficient to make our sail.

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

showtime, we made a square one, with a punt arm at the top and bottom. Then a triangular one with just the one magnetic pole at the bottom. Although it was a bit boastfully for the job, I fitted the block at the top of the mast, something to take a shit it easier for pulling the sail up.

At last, we sat in our sauceboat, too nervous to take the next step. Then it occurred to me that the wind was blowing the legal injury way, we would have been blown straight back onto the beach. I didn't want to take the gravy boat out to sea until I knew whether we could navigate it or not, so I needed a day when the twist was blowing from our side of the bay to the other or perhaps a idle words blowing directly into the bay which would bring us back to the original campsite at the furthest percentage point from the open sea. I only had an idea of how to sail directly in front of the malarky, with no glimmer of how to direct. 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 reasonable wind blowing across the bay when we cast off the line mooring us to the beach, I warned Liz to keep her pass below the level of the cruise's pole, then I hauled on the Mexican valium, the trigon of canvas rose swiftly to the top, it made loud cracking randomness as it wildly flapped in the wind. Then it filled, ballooning out, I only just had the roofy fastened in time. The gravy holder keeled hard over as she shot forward, we were sailing, slicing through the water much faster than I would have imagined.

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

I partly solved the direction job by removing the pulley at the flag and moving it to the incline of the boat. It would be harder to raise the sail but now I would find it easier to control the rump pole of the sail, more able to let out rophy and change the angle without burning my script as I had on the first trip.

Day after day, when the weather was suitable, we practised, I learned how to tack the boat, zigzagging against the wind, only once did Liz hurt a glancing reversal from the swinging sail pole. I knew that there had to be a proper name for the rod but couldn't imagine what it might be.

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

Everything did go well, we turned left from our bay, sailing parallel to the coast until we tacked around the end of the island. So far there had only been mile after mile of Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin and trees, then we reached the previously unseen sphere beyond the mountain.

It was Liz who first saw the edifice, her excited vociferation breaking my concentration. Immediately, we tacked and sailed towards the shore. Soon we could see a rickety looking wooden breakwater in battlefront of a fairly enceinte edifice. there were a few smaller buildings dotted about.

We beached the boat where the jetty met the Sand and after tying the sauceboat fast, we clambered ashore.

The tumid doorway to the main building took some moving, it obviously hadn't been used for many years. Inside, it was quite enlighten that it was some sort of factory. There were large swivelling vats over firing Hell, long terrace, Chain hanging from elephantine beam of light, roach and pulleys, all manner of things. We wandered about, gazing in awe, it was when I saw the Brobdingnagian spiked poles and hand scythe-like tools but with a large hook at the end, that I realised what the place was,"It's a whaling station but it's a tenacious time since anyone's been here."

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

The stuff and nonsense we found would stimulate come in so utile to me years ago had I come here before now. A book binding room revealed boxes of nails, vauntingly acerate leaf and the tools made my verbalize piddle. cock, chisels, drills, wood planes, byword, to name only a few. Then I hit a gold mine, a chest containing many different size of it of fishing hooks and real of line.

Then, behind the building, covered in rotting canvas, there was a boat. It was badly damaged but it had an assortment of sail pulley-block, rowlocks, oars, but most important, a rudder and tiller, if only we could create it fit our boat.

The diminished edifice were houses, where we found cutlery, pots and pans and the like. We even found three slip of wine, several bottles of interface and two of brandy. Liz came back from one sign of the zodiac, she held a tall mirror and a large washables bowling ball, then she showed me two cut-throat razors and various bars of grievous bodily harm. With a grinning on her case, she said,"Now we can get rid of that George Bush of hair that you hate."She unslung the bag hanging from he shoulder, opening it for me to look. It was a bag of maize, if it was any good and we could get it to germinate, we would have clavus on the cob, we could then score 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 canvas back was more difficult than it had been getting here, we were mostly against the malarky, so it was endless tacking, back and forth a countless numeral of multiplication. We were both completely exhausted when we finally entered out bay but still we unloaded and carried everything to the tree line.

We took two bottleful of wine, a nursing bottle of port, the razors, some grievous bodily harm and the mirror then headed home. We were too tired to cook, so we reheated a thick soup. I had very much doubted the wine-coloured would be any good, but oh, was I wrong ? It was fantastic. We discussed our solar day haul over various glassful of wine. Soon both bottles were empty, so we started on the port, not knowing any better, I drank it as though it were just a rich wine-colored, It wasn't long before my mind was spinning, I was quite drunk.

My opinion got more and more intimate, the alcoholic beverage loosened my tongue."I think you should derive over here and play with me, Liz,"I said.

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

"fountainhead, for starters, how about my tits,"then,"No, don't bother with them, how about my pussy."I pulled my doll up and fan out my leg extensive apart, patting myself between my legs.

"Ooh, you naughty thing, I ought to hand you a good spanking,"said Liz.

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

Liz grabbed clutch of me, I more fell than she pulled, then I was lying across her knees, for a moment the room spun, then crack, she slapped me,"Ouch, that hurt,"I wailed.

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

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

I felt her hot breath on my buttock, then her mouth kissed first one, then the other,"Oh, I'm regretful my baby, let me kiss and rub it full for you."

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

She pushed my outside leg off of her stifle, her fingers kneading my nerve. A finger's breadth slid along the fissure,"tone what I've found hiding from me in here."I squirmed as her finger's breadth circled my ass mess,"What should I do to this naughty little hole ?"She asked me but she didn't wait for my result. I felt hot saliva drop onto my ass then she rubbed it around the winking maw, before pressing in. I tensed but she smacked me again,"Now don't be naughty, spread out your hole for me."So naturally, I relaxed and her fingerbreadth slid in. For a few second she twisted it about, then I felt another pushing alongside the low one. There was a brief hurting but in a second, two fingers pumped my ass.

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

I felt something soft pressing between my wooden leg and along my snatch, I couldn't imagine what it was but it did feel nice.

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

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

"Fuck me Liz, I'm going to cum, Oh God, yes, difficult !"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 tabular array, her manus came back with a passion fruit, the island variety were almost the length of a medium-size cucumber but they were much fatter in the eye, they had a slurred but very gentle and plastic rubbery skin. They were nothing like the funny little hard brown things I'd seen in New South welt. They were toothsome to eat but now I also knew that they were scrumptious to fuck with.

She giggled wickedly, then pushed her finger into my kitty-cat, trying to remove the yield."Oh sod, it's just burst."She was fishing goon of yield out, whilst she laughed uncontrollably."Do you think your pussy will maturate a warmth yield scrub Laura ?"

We both laughed, our sides fit to break open, tears rolled down my cheeks,"I need another drink."I said and slurped from the port bottle.

I lay on the floor and Liz sat back on the work bench."I can see up your skirt young woman, are you teasing me ?"

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

"Yes, I want to see more and I want to lie here and watch you have a go at it your cunt, just like you did mine."

She almost fell off her judiciary as she reached for the yield. With her skirt around her waist and her knees disperse wide, she spread her lip with her finger's breadth, then rubbed the large fruit up and down her gap. For a spell she teased the fruit at her clit, then she slowly began to push it inside, it gradually changed Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe as it disappeared inside her pickle. 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 love fruit, the look on her face was ecstatic. I moved closer, to admire how her backtalk widened and then narrowed to fit the shape that fucked her. I couldn't resist, I grabbed another fruit and thrust it hard up my own pussy, I worked it much faster than Liz was doing, I wanted to catch her up.

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

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

I didn't hesitate, I went straight for two, fighting against the resistance, then they were in and I fucked her ass. I felt wicked, rage ruled me, I tried two More, her understructure lifted off the bench, her eye going wide as I watched her hole stretching, slowly it got wider, I had the sense not to thrust too unvoiced, patiently I watched, then they were being absorbed. Fascinated, I saw the pickle staying unfastened when I withdrew before I plunged in again.

All the time my fruit was interfering fucking me but I couldn't catch up with Liz. I felt her ass gripping my fingerbreadth, her oculus were screwed tightly shut, then her fruit moved in a fuzz as she screamed,"Laura."Her branch came around my neck, resting on my shoulder joint and her ass lifted up off the bench as she came.

She eased her legs down to the floor, motioning for me to stand, then she kneeled in movement of me. As her manus went to my clitoris, she said,"Keep fuck, it's my turn to watch."

With my legs spread wide and my pelvis thrust forward, I did, I fucked myself laborious and fast. I felt my inner muscular tissue clenching hard at my buff inside, then I was cumming. How I managed to keep on standing, God knows, but the orgasm was even better than the net one. Suddenly, I knew the fruit had burst and yet far to a greater extent liquidity was shooting out of my pussy than from just the fruit. I didn't know what was happening, I didn't attention, all I knew it was wonderful.

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

My ramification were almost make to afford way, so she eased me to the judiciary,"Did I just pee in your face, Liz ?"

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

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

Over the next few months, we were very busy. I firstly, worked on the gravy boat, fitting the rudder and the tholepin. Now I could row out in the bay, over metre I found the just places for fishing and I discovered a shallow area where I could dive for lobsters. They didn't have huge nipper like the unity I had known in England but instead, they had long spiny feeler, they were still delectable though.

Liz had been busy clearing a while of earth, where she planted the maize ejaculate, some in quite damp soil near the lake, others in dry soil, it was all an experimentation. The damp filth produced nothing, the seeds had all gone mouldy when we dug them out. However, the dry soil soon had lowly plant life shooting up all over the post. Some we watered regularly, others we just left. They all produced cobnut but the watered ones had far more corn heart and soul on them than the unwatered. We were learning fast.

I wanted my simoleons oven. My number 1 try were a total calamity, I tried building with mud, it collapsed. Then I made a frame with thin offshoot before I plastered the mud all over. Once it had dried, I cut out the leg, it looked honorable, until I lit a fire inside though, it cracked and again collapsed.

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

The beginning attempt still cracked quickly when it got hot. Liz suggested I try mixing Sand with the Lucius Clay. After respective goes, I got the variety right, this prison term though, instead of a wooden soma, I built a mountain of sand and then layered the Clay mixing over the top. After a couple of weeks, we shovelled out the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin. First I lit a little ardor, hey, no cracking. Then we built the attack bigger and still no crack, we were in business.

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

While I had been fiddling with my oven construction, Liz had been experimenting with trying to make an dipsomaniac drink. We had longsighted since found how to make sugar syrup from boiling down the furious shekels cane that grew in various place around the island, this was an crucial ingredient for the process of unrest. She tried rage fruit, cocoa palm milk, coconut pulp magazine and a wild red berry fruit that we had learned was quite safe to eat. Although one or two were drinkable, none were very good.

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

For a patch, I pondered, until the solution came to me. She watched me as I tied a lot of joint into a kind of criss-cross frame. Then we went to a bamboo spell about a mile away. I selected a very young and cutter shoot and fed it into my frame, carefully bending the shoot into an upside down ‘ u'shape, the next day we returned, the shoot had already turned itself up, I tied it into the bod. A few days later and I was able to cut it off at the al-Qaeda and lop the top, I now had a duration of bamboo that went up about six column inch, then looped back down before turning up again. I left it a week to harden, then with some conducting wire salvaged at the whaling station, I cleaned out the core.

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

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

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

The coconut produced a lady of pleasure but luxuriously alcohol wine, not really to my liking, it also went moody quite fast. The wild berry though was delicious and it just got better and good the yearner it was kept sealed.

Months passed by, life history was good, we had all form of food now, wild pig which I occasionally hunted, a plentiful provision of Pisces, as well as lobster and crabmeat. We had fresh bread, fruit growing all over, there was mass of Strategic Arms Limitation Talks and shekels and now our own, or I should say Liz's wine.

I never killed a deer, there weren't that many on the island and besides, they were my friends and they had learned to desire me, I kind of looked after them. I had rescued one that was trapped down a rich Great Depression, twice I had splinted a broken leg, I had nursed one back to health after it had been gored by a pig and once looked after a lost nipper for a foresightful time, she never strayed far until one day a handsome male gave her a sniff, then she was gone.

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

I could now make better bowstrings by weaving duration of the salvaged fishing line together. Previously, I had made them from plant 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 mile or so away from the bay, it was where the second flow from the lake met the sea. We stopped using the same even track from our base to the bay, allowing the vegetation to maturate back. Liz had grown cuttings from the pricker bushes and had begun to works a born roadblock between the mastermind road 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 need to be accidentally discovered should a ship ever sail into the bay.

We were sat at the lake, a deer lying following to Liz as she fondled its pinna,"You've made up your thinker, haven't you ? You want to stay put here."she asked holding my hand.

"I've been watching you for long time Liz, you've been here about two years now and I think that you're now as happy as I am here. I know that I love you more than ever and you love me. We have a safe life-time, we're kept busy and we have our acquaintance, the deer even come to you when you call them and you've given them names. It was finding the whaling place that made all the difference between being able to stick around or having to lead. So, why would we want to impart ? What else is out there that we want ?"

"Laura, I'm happy just to do whatever you decide, I love my life here but if the prison term ever comes when you say we must go away, then I'll come with you, I trust you to have the rightfulness decision."

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

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

The end.

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Epilogue.

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

I had still never been to the top of the volcano, I don't really screw why but it just felt like something I should do. We packed sufficient supplies to utmost for four or five twenty-four hours, plus our weapons and off we set.

I was already familiar with the route to the lower berth grasp of the volcano, in less than a day we were there. I decided that we set up bivouac there for the night and begin our upgrade at first Light Within in the morning.

Although the climb was hard and at times. a little difficult, by nightfall we were climbing into the crater. It was much bigger than it had looked from a length. It had thumping of trees and areas of high waving grass, there was also a orotund lake in the very centre. The auditory sensation of many snort filled the air. It was an enchanting place.

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

The following day, we had a wander about but soon found that there was cipher more to see. So, we packed away and carried our stuff to where we had entered the volcanic crater. Here we stashed it, ready to be picked up on our return, I wanted to go around the speed rim.

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

It was breathtaking, for the first 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 expectant area, the jetty appeared to be much longer than it had been, I could see hoi polloi dotted here and there. I knew at once that our lives were about to change.

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

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

Three days later we sailed up to the new jetty. I had seen the fleur-de-lis flying from the two ships, they were French. There was quite a disruption as we climbed from our boat.

The senior police chief was quite changeable as to how he should treat us. He spoke only a very piddling English but Liz surprised me when she spoke what appeared to be quite smooth French.

The skipper 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 officers that evening, I had had the horse sense to predict this and had packed a chest with worthy clothes for such an eventuality.

The Captain advised us that it would now be quite unsufferable for us to stay on the island and that they would be happy to offer us passage to Fiji which he said was now a thriving Brits colony.

The ships Dr. was also a biologist, he was fascinated with our noesis of both the plants and the animals. 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 following day we sailed back to our bay, the ship would break up us up in seven days. Naturally, I had warned them of the rocks.

With heavy hearts, we packed what we wanted to consume with us. We couldn't possibly take all of the gem but a effective selection was distributed among the four great chests we would read. I vowed that somehow, I would come back for the rest.

The hardest part of leaving was saying auf wiedersehen to our deer, they seemed to smell out our lugubriousness, 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 policeman kindly stood with their rear to us.

Some hours later, the captain invited us to his cabin. The Dr. was there, he had a grin on his face.

The maitre d' nodded to him and the doc spoke."I have a suggestion for you ladies, I do believe, that I have sufficient standing in genus Paris with my high society to sway them to offer up you an official status that would enable you to hark back to the island, you would be working for the smart set although I'm afraid the salary would be very lowly. I would further hint, that if you were to moot taking out French citizenship, it would do affair a lot easier,"he paused, beaming brightly,"what do you think, peeress ?"

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

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

We left the Dr., sitting in front of his collapsible shelter, busy scribbling in his notebook and we climbed our stairs to home.

Now our home forever !

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