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

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I had seen the sail of the ship as she approached and I had made my way through the forest to the headland, the Saami headland overlooking where the mutineers had been sunk on the rocks that were hidden just below the open a few hundred grand offshore.

I knew with certainty that this ship would hit those same rock music. They were penetrating steep height that would rip the bottom out of her. I had once swum out there and seen them about six or a little more metrical foot below.

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

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

She was the first livelihood mortal that I had seen in days, I was felicitous with my animal friends on the island, I was scared, I now no longer love how to pass on with another human being, I had almost forgotten how to talk.

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

Hesitantly, I approached her from tail end, to stand and watch, uncertain of what to do next. Finally, I went closer, I laid a hand on her shoulder, it was the incorrectly thing for me to have done, she squealed as she jumped with shock before turning to look at me. Her eyes were wide with fear as she took in my appearing. My peel was a deep brown people of colour, burned in by geezerhood of sun. My hair was long and tousle and my wearing apparel were made from sensual skins. Two prominent shining curled ivory hung at my chest, I must have been a unknown natural state sight to her. It didn't help that I carried a vast bow and a bag of arrow, with a steel 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 calabash of piddle out to her. Her eyes never left my case as she drank, when she was finished, I reached a hand to her, after a longsighted intermission she lifted hers to mine and I pulled her to her feet.

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

After a piece we arrived at my rest home, we hadn't spoken a word on the way. I reached for my obliterate rope, gave a tug and the rope ravel came tumbling down. I pointed to the ladder and she peered up with a puzzled looking at on her side, there was nothing to see from the earth, just a ladder disappearing into buddy-buddy foliage.

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

She came up to stare in awe at what she saw, my house in the Tree. She stepped from the run, testing the level with her foot obviously uncertain whether or not it was safe. I sat and watched her as she walked around, taking in the furniture, tapping the paries and cap. She stopped to study the haunches of meat that hung, salted and drying.

At the room access 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 large squirrel, although I had not the fragile musical theme what it actually was but it was my menage well-disposed pet, not exactly tame nor was it totally barbarian, just somewhere in between, we got along okay.

I went to her, took her manus and led her to the bench. She watched as I struck two rock 'n' roll together, the spark lighting the bracken in my cooking hearth. This was a quite large metal dish aerial, peltate, that I had found in the plenty. It was sat on a circle of tilt to foreclose the wood below from getting burned.

I swung the pan of water over after I had added woodwind to the flaming. When the piddle began to boil, I threw in a handful of Berry, allowing them to simmer for a while. I handed her one of the gull I had filled, she sniffed warily at it before taking a sip, a surprised expression on her cheek, it tasted remarkably like coffee although I had no melodic theme what it really was.

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

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

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

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

"1864, July."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Unfortunately, they were sadly disillusioned, it wouldn't be long before they both wished that they had never seen the place. Fever was rife, food was often scarce with very picayune pick, yardbird and colonist were both a constant lawsuit of trouble. All in all, for them, it was like a hell on earth on earth.

For me, it wasn't quite so bad, I was shielded from the whip of what went on and my Clarence Day were spent at the small side school in Sydney colony. Even so, I think we were all glad when the notice came to an end. Certainly, I was excited at the medical prognosis of being back in England and meeting up with my old friends.

Church Father had decided, that rather than us taking the traditional route back, via South Africa's cape of Good Hope, that we would look at a ship to Hawaii, spend a few weeks there before travelling on to California, then overland before to then circuit board another ship back to England, the whole thing just sounded so adventurous to me.

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

I didn't much like the maitre d'hotel, he was very husky, bordering on downright rude when he even deemed to answer a interrogative from any of the passengers. I could clearly see my father bristling whilst striving to contain his temper. I soon realised that the Captain was more matter to in his cargo than he was in a bunch of unwelcome passengers. There were two early family line besides my own, ten of us all told.

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

During the succeeding two weeks, we called at respective islands, I can't remember all their gens now but they included, New Caledonia so called by Captain James IV Captain Cook the famous Explorer, he was the world-class European to put down there and he named it after a home in Scotland.

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

The weather was still fine and sunny when we left Fiji, but the Captain was complaining that there was not enough wind to keep the sails filled, he had every possible in of canvas bed cover but still, we only seemed to be creeping along. Then on the moment day, the idle words dropped away to nix and we were completely becalmed. The water was like a glass mirror, not a single ripple disturbed the airfoil of the sea. A thick mist appeared as if from nowhere, enveloping the ship.

The survey day, the headwaiter had two longboats lowered, prospicient rophy snaking from them to the ship. Each had ten sweating bluejacket toiling at their oars as they attempted to keep some way on the ship. To me, it seemed quite pointless, as they made hardly any difference to our progress.

All day and into the Night they rowed, with just an occasional pause to swap crews. The pathetic fatigue person struggled to climb aboard, they were so tired.

In the first light, I overheard father saying to my mother that he felt there was trouble brewing. The crew were not felicitous with their lot. But the Captain appeared to be forgetful to their plight and simply kept on driving them. He even had one man flogged who had refused to go back in the boats, so bad were the bleb on his hands.

On the fourth day, a gruntle breeze began to flap the sails and once more we were moving but still only very slowly. The police chief did not recall the gravy holder, still, the men dipped and pulled at their oars.

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

My father had overhear one of the officers saying that because of the mist, they had been unable to direct a sighting and consequently, they had no idea exactly where we were and they weren't certain what island it might be that the lookout had sighted. Soon it became manifest that there were in fact, a number of very minor islands becoming seeable, with just one fairly heavy one.

Meanwhile, the malarkey had improved to become quite a fuddled breeze and I noticed the ship had altered its course and was now heading for the big of the islands.

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

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

Some 60 minutes later the gravy holder returned to the ship, a young police lieutenant, shouting at the crowd as they manhandled the drum into slings.

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

The master had two Thomas More men tied up for flogging, he blamed them for the release of a boat, he didn't seem at all concerned for the dead or injured men.

The gang stood in ugly secretiveness as the initiatory of the two men were fastened to a grating but a grumble of disturbance began to puff up as the bosun raised his whip. He paused to search at the sea captain,"Carry out your duty,"the Captain snapped at him. The whiplash fell, scourging the man's back as he screamed before it fell again and again.

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

Then I heard a pistol slam, the like offspring Lieutenant from the longboat had fired at three men who had rushed the boatswain and grabbed a hold of his whip. I heard the Captain shouting"Cease lighting"but it was too late, the crew went berserker, attacking any officer in sight. more than shots rang out and men screamed as I could get wind foundation charging along the deck above me. Then, just as suddenly it went quiet.

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

The door to my cabin crashed open and from my hiding place beneath the berth, I heard someone enter before leaving with a curse. There were Thomas More screams from the neighbouring cabins, followed by shooting iron shots, then the two former 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 utter men lying in the passageway. It was the husband of the two women that had been taken away.

I snatched up the gravid dagger that one was holding, I wasn't exactly for certain what I intended doing with it but it seemed to help calm my cheek. I crept quietly along the passage, ignoring the first ladder that we usually used, I could find out the drunken shout just above me. When I reached a endorsement ravel, more to the aft of the ship, I slowly stole up, one entitle step at a time. I poked my head over the rim of the hatch and to my succour, there was no one nearby.

I wasn't at all sure what I should do but I knew that I couldn't stoppage hidden below. I crawled to a cargo scuttle to gingerly peer around the corner. My mother and the two fair sex were tied to masts, their clothes hanging in shred, my mother was almost nude with her great breasts jiggling about as she struggled.

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

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

Others cheered him on as his hands began to unfasten his breeches. He let them fall to his mortise joint and his huge penis sprung into eyeshot standing out like a canon in front of him. He moved his dead body forward, his penis pushing between my mother's thigh. I saw discover lean towards him as he pushed but her attacker got a shock when her mouth enclosed his nose, he screamed as she bit the end of his nose off, rake spurting everywhere as he staggered away.

Another man ran at my mother, his fist connecting with her chin. I saw her head pearl as she was knocked unconscious. A red rage came over me, I didn't wait to think but I jumped from my hiding spot with the obelisk 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 footling bird we bin looking for."

I raised my dagger high as I neared and took a mighty swing down at him. The shouts from his mates made him turn his header towards me, he took a half rate backwards, this causing my downward thrust to miss his body, the impulse of my swing carried on down and then his phallus was wiggling on the deck, neatly severed by my dagger.

Men were now rushing in a mass to catch me, I swerved aside, stabbing wildly as I ran but there was nowhere to run to. I found myself trapped in the bowknot as they now cautiously came nearer, respective were carrying large wooden belaying stick. In desperation, I searched for an escape but there was none. As the beginning manus 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 sticker inside my blouse and began swimming as hard as I could towards the good shore which was perhaps two hundred railyard away. I felt myself tiring as I heard the splatter of oars behind me and the shouts encouraging the rower to draw out harder.

They were close-fitting by the sentence I felt backbone beneath my pes. With a utmost surge of vigour, I forced myself to my invertebrate foot, wading the go few understructure to the beach. As I ran I could hear the shouts getting ever closer, then I felt a hired man 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 catch me but my luck held, suddenly I was into the Tree, curses only feet behind. The prickle tore at my clothing and skin, I was bleeding as I ran into the almost impenetrable barrier. My foot hit something hard and I fell to the priming, immediately I saw my escape, there was a foot or so beneath the prickle and the ground, on custody and knee I scurried forwards. I was rewarded by the receding phone of their shouts and curses.

I reached a minor hole and rolled myself in where I lay striving to breathe deeply and calm my shattered nerves. I was desperately afraid and wanted to get advance away but I had no strength left to run.

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 fervour on the beach and obviously, they intended staying.

Slowly, I crawled back towards the bound of the trees. I saw another boat had joined the one that had chased me and there was now a expectant group of sailors sat around the flak. I could smell salted pork barrel roasting on the fire, mixed once more with the piquance of rum in the air. I lay and watched, trying to watch what they were discussing.

One, who appeared to be leading the group, called for quietly. I heard him point out that they were now mutineers and murderers, it was time to blank out about the fille and get away to somewhere safe. Some argued, that a little longer in searching for the Loretta Young Virgo wouldn't hurt. But eventually, they put it to the vote and decided they would leave in the dayspring. Once decided, they got down to hearty eating and drinking.

A duo of hours later and they were all asleep, their drunken snores shattering the dark. I crept over the backbone towards them searching for anything utilitarian that I might find.

The first thing I came across was a pistol complete with pulverisation pouch, quietly I lifted it away from beside its possessor. Then I found a sword, large and heavily. There was still a big hank of pork barrel wall hanging by the dying blast, I cut it away before quickly making my way along the beach, I was looking for a punter route inland, a way to avoid the thorns.

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

The early light filtering down through the outgrowth woke me. I sat and listened for an age but heard naught except for the wind which had risen in the early hour. I followed the footsteps back to the beach, they were gone, the beach was discharge, large moving ridge dashed ashore.

I saw the last boat being winched aboard, then I saw organic structure being thrown over the side. A short spell later, the cruise were being unfurl. As the wind took hold, I could see the anchor leaving the piss to be pulled aboard, the ship leaned with the wind and then she was moving fast towards the entrance of the bay.

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

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

Even with my slight knowledge 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, then I crawled back to the Tree to hightail it from both the breaking wind and the rain that was now pouring.

The storm lasted two days, during which time I shivered, seeking shelter where I could, until at last, the sun broke through the clouds and the winds went away. At the beach, waves still lashed onto the sands. The beach was littered with all manner of things washed up from the slump ship. Instinct told me to pull together whatever I found, I soon had several piles well pass of the H2O.

Then I noticed the bodies, a little foster along. The first was Mrs Peterson, one of the other passengers, then I found my mother and Father, strangely lying side by side on the sand at the water's edge. The water had cleaned the rip away and somehow in death, they looked passive, it helped me through my grief.

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

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

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

I lowered it off her shoulder then took my textile to her neck, lifting her whisker as I washed. The two thin straps that held her slick up fell down her weapon system and it dropped to her waist, I washed her back. For the first time in my life, I found myself marvelling at another's consistency, no admiration really, she was beautiful and her tegument was so soft.

I finished her back and without thought, I moved around to her social movement as I rinsed the cloth. When I raised my eyes I froze, her white meat were there, right in front man of my eyes, they were larger than my own but still unfaltering and erect. I jerked myself back and tentatively reached out with my material before continuing to wash away her. I saw her pap stiffen and grow as washed them, I wondered what had caused it, it wasn't cold.

I motioned for her to tolerate then eased her stiff apparel to the trading floor, my washing had got slower as I studied her, for some reason, my eyes kept going back to the two pother between her pegleg. I felt her tremble as my fabric rinsed them exempt of salinity, again I wondered why.

I worked down the front of both legs, then pushed her around to front away from me again. As I washed back up, I saw her legs bed cover wider apart when I neared her backside. I could see the salt caked in the crack of her cheeks. With fresh water I rinsed her, I saw her petty private maw as I worked down, soaking the salt away, then I was underneath between her pegleg with my cloth. My face was close to her bum, I was shocked when I had a sudden itch to kiss her there.

In discombobulation, I hastily stood. I placed the bowl on the table before gently pushing her to tip her foreland down so I could rinse off her hair.

Once again I was staring at her hanging boob as they swayed from face to side. I could now feel a strange maven running through my consistency. My nipples were strong and raise, dragging on my clothes, there was a tingle between my legs that I had only ever noticed once before when I had watched two of my furred admirer mating in the forest.

I carried the sports stadium away, trying to blot out the growing flush I could finger on my case. I didn't understand my feelings, I felt ashamed, shocked even and yet I knew deep interior, that I had got excited looking at her body, especially her individual places.

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 animation, with a jolt, I knew that's what I was experiencing. My body was responding to this woman, why ? Was it because my body had reached an age of wanting sex and Elizabeth just happened to be the only person useable ? Or was it actually her that I was attracted to ? All I knew, was that the question and resolution were beyond me, I simply didn't have the experience that a normal life may have got given me.

When I went back inside, she was curled on my bed, fast asleep with her buns facing me. I sat in my electric chair, not wanting to look but ineffective to drag my eyes away. The tingle was back between my legs, almost without thought, I had pulled my brusk chick to my pelvis before my fingers traced over my twat beneath my mound of haircloth, with a starting time, I realised I was soaking, liquid was seeping out of me. It smelled strange when I sniffed at my fingers but I liked it, it seemed to produce thrill.

My digit went back to my slit and for the get-go meter in my lifespan I caressed my emerging lips, the feeling felt nice. I wasn't really cognisant when a finger slipped between the fold of flesh until I felt the warmth, strange feelings now surged through me. I pushed my digit deeper, exploring new territory, searching for the source of the prickling that had now become so intense. I almost jerked up from my chair when my finger's breadth found a small lump at the top of my lips. I knew instantly that I had found what I was seeking, I felt it, then caressed it between my finger's breadth and it grew larger as a flaming began to build. I had no melodic theme what was happening to me but it did palpate good.

My center were riveted to the two mounds of her backside, the little hole that I could see and the squashed lips between her legs. My trunk was consumed, something was happening, I was in heaven. I bit my rim with my teeth so as to prevent myself from moaning out loud, then my whole body shook as inherent aptitude caused me to frantically rub at the button.

Slowly, I calmed, my body relaxing, although my legs still trembled. My judgement was in a fling, I didn't understand 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 daybreak I made breakfast, while Elizabeth dressed in her now washed and dried clothes that I had left by the bed.

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

For some rationality, I found that I couldn't expression at her directly, I was flustered and unsure and I dare not depend her in the eye. When I stole obliterate glances I felt the shiver beginning to build once more.

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

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For various days, I dragged timberland, rope, dresser, spot of furniture from the water, even a preparation pot floated ashore. Two sails were the hardest to drag from the body of water, one took me several days, I only managed by getting a bit at a time onto the hot sand, pegging it down until it dried and then pulling more from the water.

I ached from psyche to toe but as the twenty-four hour period went by, I felt my muscles hardening, my persuasiveness building. Food had not yet become an military issue, there was plenty of fruit about, coconuts by the hundred, some type of banana that I couldn't eat raw but they were okay baked over a blast. There were other alien looking fruit that I wasn't prepared to adventure eating just yet.

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

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

I had been there about a workweek, already I was losing track of the solar day. I sat one eventide to contemplate on my situation. I had seen no signboard to indicate that there might be other masses on the island but that didn't mean value there weren't. I had no thought how gravid the island was, so far I had only seen my bay and out to the nearest headland by the ingress. Beyond the headland, I could see a sandy tree-lined beach that seemed to go on forever.

I found a tree that looked prosperous to climb up and indeed, so it proved. Soon, I was at the top of the tree, I had picked a good one as it was taller than most. There was only a canopy of leaves to my left hand and rightfield, stretching as far as I could see into the aloofness. Inland there were a phone number of mountains, mostly quite small-scale but there was one that dwarfed the others. The near I judged to be only two or three air mile away, the trees appeared to cease a short-circuit way up its sides, I guessed that it was from the pot that my fresh water stream originated.

I decided that I needed to wax, at least the good flock, in case I might see any sign of the zodiac of habitation. The next day I set off, following the course of my stream. It seemed the prosperous way of getting through the woodland without getting lost.

I carried H2O, intellectual nourishment, my obelisk and sword. I had only gone a fairly short distance when I came to a small lake that had formed in a lifelike hollow. It was fed by a waterfall, perhaps twenty or xxx understructure high and maybe XX feet across, there was another flow leaving the lake besides my own. The lake body of water was watch crystal clear, a few diminutive Pisces the Fishes darting here and there.

I made my way around the pee's bound until I came to a clear plot of ground of sandlike soil. There were quite a telephone number of creature footprint, two or three different character. Most were quite small but I did see two set that were large enough to designate some kind of heavy or crowing animal.

Near the waterfall, I climbed a fairly infuse Benny Hill which brought me to a grassy flat area, this was split by a wide but shoal river which cascaded over the boundary to the lake below.

The trees began again only a few yards back, these were massive tree, their huge trunks further apart so that it was easier to walk below them. However, it was so dull above that it was almost dark where I stood. Where the first bequeath branches began above me, I could see no higher.

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

I snapped myself away from gazing at my milieu, for now, I needed to hold open going. I hadn't got very far when I heard a lot of grunting noises that seemed to come in from just ahead of me. I crept forward, trying to keep the big Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree between me and the noise. Then something was crashing through the undergrowth behind me, coming straight person for me.

Desperately, I scrambled for the lowest ramification of the tree I was stood by but I was too late, I saw this huge matter charging at me, it's large curled ivory gleaming. It squealed loudly as it neared, I was rooted to the point in veneration. At the final stage second, I moved, I jumped to the slope of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, my sword swing wildly. The stupid person animal had been so engrossed on me that it hadn't seen the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree until I moved, it crashed headfirst into the tree, it didn't fall, just staggered about. Now though, it was again looking for me.

I threw my sword, I don't know why, it was just a reaction. It struck the animal in the neck opening, I doubt that it actually did lots price but its foreleg caught in the brand'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 utter.

It appeared to be some kind of black hairy pig, I knew there wouldn't have been very much left hand of me had it hit me. The was no longer any grunting noises ahead, they had gone. I retrieved my sword with some trouble, wiping the blood off on its hairy organic structure, then with still shaking legs, I continued on my way.

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

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

Finally, I was at the crest and now I saw the full extent of my island, all except one surface area hidden behind the larger pot. It looked to be about five or six nautical mile wide and somewhere between ten or twelve miles long. My bay was almost exactly midway along its length. As punishing as I looked, there was no sign whatsoever of there being anyone else besides myself, no Mary Jane, no building and no cleared land.

The gravid of the passel was clearly an extinct volcano, at least I hoped it was extinct. Its vizor looked lopsided, the English closest to me was the collapsed rim of a immense volcanic crater. Briefly, I thought of continuing my exploration by trekking to the crater but I quickly realised that it would be dark long before I got there. I decided instead, to wait for somewhere nigher to hired man where I could spend the night.

I descended from my peak by a unlike route, wonder, nothing more. The side got extortionate, now bare rock not pasturage and the going got more difficult. I realised that I had made a mistake, if I retraced my footstep it would be disconsolate before I reached a safe spot to turn back. If I pressed on, I could end up in trouble, with nowhere to go in the dark. I had small selection but to take chances on what I might find ahead.

It was a little later when, by chance event I found the cave, I had paused to beguile my breath, now quite worried by the rapidly pass Inner Light. The boulder I leant against moved, first just a duet of inches. I jumped away and it moved various more inches, I heard a cracking noise coming from below, then suddenly, the bowlder as if with a mind of its own, slowly rocked before small rocks beneath it shattered and it was rolling, knocking me aside as it disappeared down the cliff.

For respective minutes I sat shaking with fright at my near miss, then carefully I got to my fundament. My face and an arm detriment where I had been struck but otherwise, I seemed O.K.. I saw the cave entrance that the boulder had been blocking from view, it was pitch total darkness inside, so I dare not enter any further than just inside the entering. Exhausted, I settled down and almost immediately I was asleep.

... ... ....

It seemed like a good point to fail from the telling of my geographic expedition, although Elizabeth begged me to go on but I insisted, I was both athirst and threadbare, I had sat in a chairwoman all dark while she had slept in my bed, I explained to her.

"There's heap of way in the bed, you could hold shared it with me,"she said.

I felt myself flush at the intellection of her bare torso being next to me, I couldn't spirit at her,"I didn't want to stir up you, you needed the rest period,"I managed quietly.

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

I could feel my face, red and hot as her bridge player softly rubbed my arm. Then she leaned and her sass kissed my cheek. The shock that went through me was like a deadbolt of lightning, involuntarily I cringed away, snatching my arm free people. When I looked at her, she had a hurt look on her cheek, her lips trembled, she was close to tears.

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

She sat watching me for a while, considering how to serve me I thought. Instead, she again took my helping hand,"semen here, let me restrain you."Her weapons system wrapped around me, my head nestled on her shoulder and she held me tight. She kissed the top of my head while gently rocking me from side to side. I could feel my pap stiffening at the feel of her breasts against mine.

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

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

My hand went behind her read/write head and I roughly pulled her to me, my mouth land into hers. I had no musical theme how to kiss, it wasn't at all subtle, it was a want that I couldn't resist. Her eye were wide with shock, her arms and articulatio humeri leaning away from me as she struggled to go my grip.

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

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

With a sob, I jumped to the ladder, burning my hands as I slid down and then blindly I ran into the woods. branch slashed at my expression, thorns ripped my bod in my precipitately thrill. It was the combustion of common salt the sea piddle in my wounds that shook me from my trauma, I was at the bay.

I turned, searching for my mother. The crisscross at the head of the pile of rock 'n' roll guided me to her. For old age, I sat and cried and then for the first time since she had left me I spoke to her,"Mama, help me, state me what to do, I love her, why doesn't she understand ?"

I screamed when a vox whispered,"Perhaps I do."But it wasn't my mother, the voice was behind me."I thought I might notice you here at your bay, you scared me something silly."Her hand rested on my shoulder, I turned to take care at her,"Oh my God ! Your face, the pedigree, you're haemorrhage everywhere,"she exclaimed with a look of horror. She cried when she noticed the stemma dripping down my blazon, puddling in the sand.

She helped me stand and pull in 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 wounding, nearly were too oceanic abyss to stop the flow of stemma.

"closet, bedroom, home plate, bandages and cream."I gasped out between gritted tooth. The pain from the prickle was searing, I had been cut by them before, even one had hurt but 100 of cutting off at the same time was excruciating.

It was morning when I woke, Elizabeth I was lying beside me with a blanket spread over us, her heart were open, staring at my facial expression. She smiled when I looked at her, a docile touch as her lips feathered mine before fetching me a beverage of water.

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

back at the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree house, she had eased my clothes over the bandages as she undressed me before telling me to lie down, I declined the offered blanket, it was too warm up. She seemed to acquire longer studying my body than was necessary if she were only examining the medical dressing, she blushed when she saw my teat stiffening under her gaze and she blushed even deeply when she saw me watching her, but she bent and put a finger to my lips then she went to prepare some food. My middle 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 subscribe hold of mine.

It was glum when I slowly woke from a late sleep. I became aware of her bare skin touching my side and the hand that cradled my breast, one of her titty lay over my upper arm. She appeared to be voice asleep so her touch could feature been accidental but I didn't care, I was thrilled at the tactile property of her hand and her bosom resting on me.

I covered her hand with mine, pressing it gently to me, I knew my mammilla was toilsome under her handwriting, the rise and gloaming of my chest of drawers as I breathed causing my nipple to rub her laurel wreath. Never had it felt so sensitive, so in need of caress.

Carefully, I leaned my head to her breast, my lip stroking the hide until I found her nipple, I took it between my backtalk and marvelled at the flavor before my knife traced lightly around it. I could feel it getting longer and harder as if I were breathing lifetime into it. I gave it a suction, it seemed the natural thing to do.

I suddenly felt her fingers tighten to tweet my titty. Was she awake ? Did she know ? I wondered. My motion were answered when I felt her osculate my hair and her fingers pinched my nipple, I heard a scant moan escape her lips, it sounded like a moan of pleasure, so suckle harder, then flicked my glossa, her nipple was now much prominent than my own ever were.

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

I understood at once when I felt the sensual caress as our lips brushed each other. Then I was shaken as her tongue licked me, teasing between and along my sassing. Tentatively my own clapper pushed forward to fit hers, we fenced back and Forth before hers plunged inside my mouth. It lasted for a lifetime, my tenderness thudding with happiness, I loved this adult female so deeply.

As we kissed, still she played with my breast, one moment to caress all over, the next to pinch and rip at my pap, my body was writhing with desire, the prickling between my thigh now buzzed. My own hand took itself to the lips below my mound, my fingers snatching at my push button, I felt her hand over mine and she pressed it down, rubbing my own over my sex.

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

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

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

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

She covered my eye and sassing with gentle kisses, whispering soothing run-in as I lay exhausted and only semi-conscious.

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

We drank the hot herbal 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 pith Panax quinquefolius, I hoped she meant it."I love you Elizabeth."Then I was asleep.

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

... ... ... ..

I woke a footling frigidity and remains, my ribs ached, it took some seconds to call up where I was. The sun was at an Angle that only glisten a little light into the cave but I thought that in an hour or so, it might light a lot more of the interior. I drank and ate from my supplying, peering into the gloom, straining my eyes in an attack to identify the shapes that were becoming vaguely visible.

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

To one side was stacked a peck of small wooden dresser, as I walked closer and noticed a flashlight lying on the ground, I bent to plunk it up then screamed, jumping backwards. Slowly I calmed my jangling nerves."He's dead, he can't hurt you,"I told myself out loud, perhaps I was making the dot to him as well as myself.

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

Finally, after ages of striking my Flint Edward Durell Stone together, I managed to get the common mullein lit, its Light Within filled the cave. There was another skeleton a little farther away from the first. Several steel and sticker lay on the basis. I went to the thorax, I tried to lift a lid but found it stuck solid state. The first blade I used trying to pry the lid up snapped in half but a enceinte tongue did better. I scraped and banged the flexible joint before trying the lid again, then with a creak, it flew open.

I held the blowlamp high and peered inside, my eyes went wide in shock, bright white, red, blue and green gem sparkled, silver and gold coins shimmered. Every dresser was the same, it was a fortune, a treasure trove. Eventually, I selected a fistful of stones, coins and a few opus of jewellery and ingurgitate them into my pack.

Exploring the residue of the cave, I only found some form of vauntingly and sound shield-shaped metal cup of tea, I've no musical theme what it was but I realised it would make a good open fireplace. Other than a couple more swords, daggers and a tenacious alloy tipped pike, there was zippo else.

Before I left, I tossed a rock down the jam, it was several seconds before I heard it hit, then again, a number of metre before it stopped, it was a farsighted way down. I guessed that I was in an old volcano vent hole.

Struggling with the weight of my new fireplace and the pike, I retraced my gradation. Several hours later and I was back at the pig, it hadn't been touched. I knew I couldn't carry both butchered substance and my metallic dish, undecomposed to admit some pith now and leave the dish I reasoned.

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

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

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

I climbed a number of tree diagram above the waterfall, I thought several might be suitable for building a tree theater, then I found the one. I knew right away that it was perfect, a fairly unmanageable acclivity took me up to a point where a number of huge branches spread out. Provided I was strong enough to haul the timber up, I could build a spacious home.

The first thing I did was to hang a knotted rope, this would make it quicker and easier to ascend. Then I cut away some of the smaller branches that would be in my way. Satisfied that there was goose egg further to be done that day, I climbed back down to the lake, stripped off my clothes and dived in. The water system was cool but white and refreshing on my naked torso. I found a minor shelf to the side of the waterfall where I could go up from the pee to sit and admire my private lake.

Movement caught my middle 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 picayune, they lifted their heads and looked at me with their huge eyes, they were not at all afraid, this fact told me that they had never had human contact and had no reason to be afraid. They just bent again and carried in drinking, their thirst quenched, they both lowered themselves to the primer coat and watched me.

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

I plucked a smattering of grass and held it towards her, she came closer to check a pes away, I saw her shiver slightly as she sniffed again, then she leaned and her tongue took the grass from my hired hand. I saw the male rising slope but he didn't come to unite us, he ambled towards the Tree. My little female turned and dashed after him. Little did I know then but they were to become salutary booster to me over time.

back at the beach cantonment, I started sorting timber into small scads, pieces that were more or less the same sizing in each pile. I didn't have any nails but I did have miles of rope.

The first pieces of timber, I half deport and one-half dragged all the way to the lake. I soon realised that this would take forever to fetch everything I needed. One evening, I was washing the day's dirt and sweat away when I say a small branch floating towards me, with a flash of inspiration, there was my reply, I could float and perpetrate my timber planks up the current to the lake.

It still took many days before I had everything at the site. In between head trip from the bay, I had begun the grammatical construction. I needed the largest of my timbers for the strong understructure frame, I would never take got them up without the wooden pulley block 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 time to figure it out but in the end, it worked.

I had strung ropes between the limb so I had guy lines to hang onto as I scrambled about, once the theme frame was fitted, laying the floor was fairly promiscuous. I think it took me three or four months to complete the case of my home and lash raftman in place over which I stretched canvas sheeting to continue the rain out. The Interior, I did a bit at a time, as and when I felt like it.

In between sentence, I made a issue of trip-up up to the cave, gradually bringing back my hoarded wealth in canvas release 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 dismal behind the thin screen of water. It had been quite easy to throw together along until I got behind. Here I found a pocket-sized holler, almost a cave that the legal action of water had created over the years. This was where I hid my treasure.

... ... ...

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

The distaff and two young single came directly to me, to nibble at the farewell. I took Elizabeth's manus and moved it to the mother's head,"throw her gently, she likes it."I told her. They sat around our fundament, it was a perfect end to the day.

I undressed before I reached to Elizabeth, pulling her ending,"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 tongue, then it became more passionate. My hands gripped her hips pulling her hard to me. One of her helping hand went around my cervix, her fingers entwined in my haircloth. The other came to my chest, teasing at my pap, I moaned into her mouth.

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

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

Her neck felt divine as my sassing explored, then I kissed her breasts, I brought my hands to them to stroke and gently squeeze, my knife tracing below them. My backtalk was now on her abdomen and I plied kisses everywhere I could reach.

I paused when my lips passed over her mound, there was almost no hair, not like my Dubyuh, just a tiny copper of blonde haircloth, I kissed her there. Now I could smell that same aroma I had previously smelled on my own fingers. I lowered my face to breath deeply, God ! It was beautiful. I already knew that she had two flaps at her front, unlike my closed slit.

Now I could see them conclude up just in straw man of my facial expression. I leaned down to them, her body jumped when my backtalk touched her. I trailed my sass along the flaps, gently kissing them. A idea crossed my mind, did she experience that same small button I had that gave me so much pleasure, I had to know.

I brought my hands down from her breasts, my fingerbreadth nervously touching her fuss. Gently I eased them apart, I heard her groan at my touch, her rosehip moving about. Then I saw the little bump sticking out at the top of her flaps, that must be it, I thought. I touched it with a fingertip, she jumped at the tactile property. I knew what had felt just for me, so reasoned I should do the same to her. With two fingers I rubbed at the push button, I saw the small fold of peel above it and I tried to agitate it up, her button came fully into view. It was getting enceinte at my touch sensation, 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 first, I was frightened of hurting her. Her legs spread wide and her fix opened to me and I had more room to sense her, my fingers plunging deeply and her finger's breadth were pressing my head down into her. Remembering what she had done to me, I started to work my fingers in and out, marvelling at the wetness that eased the way. She was now writhing furiously, I had trouble keeping my sassing to her swollen release. With my other hand, I grabbed at a cheek of her posterior, trying to accommodate her unbendable. I was shocked when I felt my thumb touch her bet on private maw, I would have moved it away but her pelvic girdle thrust down and trapped it there.

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

She was calling out my name, over and over, I felt so happy, I was making her cum just as she had done to me, it seemed to go on for ages. One moment I would palpate her consistency relaxing and I thought she had finished but as I still sucked her button and with my finger's breadth trapped inside, she would start again, shrieking even flashy than before. Three clock time this happened before her eubstance finally collapsed and she lay still, her hand dropped from my head. The grip inside of her let go of my fingers.

I moved myself up to lay beside her, my munition took hold of her and I held her tight to me, I kissed her face 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 make love you."Then she kissed me, before asking,"Where did you memorise to do that ? It was so wonderful."

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

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

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

As her head disappeared down my soundbox, she said,"Call me Liz, please Laura."

She had made me sense good the Nox before but this time my mind and organic structure went berserk, her lips take me natural state, my little clitoris became a big push, the wizard coursing through me were almost frightening in their strength. I reached my sexual climax with a mighty rush that caused my dead body to arch so senior high school, I thought my backbone might tear in two, tremors racked me, one after another.

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

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

We slept a deep sleep that nighttime, our dead body tangled together.

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

I climbed onto the ledge before helping her up, then beckoned for her to follow. She was surprised by my small cave, I pointed to the canvas covered raft,"avail me untie the rope so we can pull the canvas off."

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

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

"My God Laura, all these gem, you're ample,"then she looked at the other boxwood,"are they all the Lapp ?"

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

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

"Liz, I'm yours if you want me, this is my 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 ?"

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

"Open it, Liz,"I told her. She opened my hand, the ball field sparkled brightly on the two pack in the palm of my manus, her fingers lightly touched them,"You said you were engaged to be married, are you sure as shooting you want to take one of these band ? If you do then you're no longer engaged to him but you will be to me. Do you want time to think ? I'll wait while you do."

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

That evening while Liz sat with the cervid, I had told her to stay there until I called her, I cooked a peculiar repast. I had two candles that had come from a chest, I had never felt the need to alight them until now, I still had two bottles of wine-colored, I hoped it hadn't gone bad, I wanted everything to be perfect.

I searched through the boxful stored at the rear until I found what I wanted. I packed a small-scale sheet bag and lowered it to the priming below, the rest of the thing I laid out on the bed.

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

I smiled when I heard her squeal of delight, then I washed myself, removing the remaining bandage. After I had dried, I dressed and then combed my hair. It was very awkward climbing the rophy ladder in an eve surgical gown but somehow I managed.

"Are you ready,"I called to her.

She walked onto the veranda, a picture of smasher in the gorgeous nightie I had left for her. The necklace of deep red almost matched the blush on her face, although I had actually picked them to go with the gown.

She gasped aloud when she saw me for the first time in dress and not fleshly skins. The dingy azure and greens emeralds around my cervix, nicely offset against my turquoise nightgown,"Laura, you're so beautiful, I I I don't know what to say,"she stammered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Liz, the eve 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 need these beautiful clothes off,"she seemed to consider for a present moment,"yes I do, just secern me when you're ready."

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

My wine-coloured was finished, I couldn't wait any longer, she took my extend hand when I stood, suddenly, I knew what to do, She may have been a few years previous 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 slow up and animal, 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 apparel as fast as I could. Then we were in each former's weapon, with lover caresses we touched, the feel of her exciting me beyond measurement. She bit a nipple, quite heavily, when my fingers traced the folds between her legs.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She meant my piffling release I realised and she called the rest a pussy, I liked that. As soon as her head was between my legs, I felt her knife delving inside of me, her hands gripping the compressed mounds of my buttocks, I spread my genu for her. I could sense the delight of her tongue sliding and exploring me, I couldn't describe the feelings that I felt but I knew I was in Eden. Then she kissed my button, I had been yearning for it, waiting for the touch, yet still, I jumped at the jolt it gave me. Her lips enfolded me there and she was sucking hard, drawing me forth between her lips.

I felt her pressing a fingerbreadth into my pussy, oh yes, I thought, but then it was gone. Her mitt were pulling the face of my bottom apart, then I jumped in shock, her fingers were playing with my little hole, tickling around and then rubbing with a aristocratic wardrobe as she passed over it. Again she dipped in my pussy but went straight back to my rear, I was suddenly queasy as she pressed harder, I could feel the twisting gesture of her finger, then she was actually pushing inside, I had a moment of scare as I felt my cutis stretching to submit her finger's breadth deeper into me. If it hadn't been for the feelings at my clitoris, I think I might give birth pulled away but I was beginning to ride that wave I now loved. Then I realised my back fix was one minute clenching on her finger as it probed and then relaxing as she drew it back. She was pushing in and out just like she had done to my pussy and now I was enjoying the feeling.

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

I could see the juices running down to vanish in the crease of her rear, it made me think of what she was doing to me and that now, I knew I was pushing my own keister to meet the jabbing of her finger. Gingerly, I allowed my fingers to explore. I felt her jump as I tickled the dark, rippled and tightly closed hole. I could find how slippery it was from her seeping juices, I coated my finger and then pressed at her gob. It seemed to fend, clamping tightly closed but then I saw it relax, so again I pushed. I was in, pushing deeper, passed my metacarpophalangeal joint, as cryptical as I could get, it was hot inside her.

Awkwardly, with my other script, I bent my wrist, three fingers going into her pussy. Her other wrangle came to my mind, yes, I was fucking her bottom and her pussy and at the same time, I was sucking her clitoris.

I could feel my cunt 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 waste. My slit was variety of pulsing, clenching at the four digit that she pistoned in and out of me. I had no choice, I surrendered to the sexual climax now ripping me. I ground my clitoris, hard against her oral fissure whilst my backside clamped tight on her probing finger's breadth. My mind ceased to procedure, my bodies inherent aptitude took control as I came, over and over I convulsed.

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

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

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

After I had washed I made some tea. In the bedroom, I stood while my optic feasted on her body. Those beautiful chest, the gorgeous mammilla that I loved to turn on, the delightful little wisps of whisker just covering her mound and those mouth that enclosed her snatch. I wished that I only had those few hairs, I was now hating my wooden-headed bush.

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

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

She looked me up and down,"You're damage Laura, your muscle are just as beautiful, you stand so secure and potent, your strength makes me find safe."

I put the tea on the small board beside the bed, then climbed on top of her, my lips eagerly seeking hers. She reached to catch my backside, pulling me tight to her as she thrust her pitcher to mine, her hips swivelled, rubbing at my pussy. I didn't maintenance that it was still sore, instead, I mirrored her actions and soon we were panting with renewed arousal.

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

The tea had gone cold, so I made fresh cup while Liz washed. We sat on the veranda to drink our tea, the audio of the birdie and the cough of the deer all around.

Liz looked at me for a moment,"Do you really want to will here ? I understand the loneliness you must suffer had to endure by yourself for so long but together, would it be so bad ?"

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

"What is it ?"Liz asked.

"Let's say that if we could get away, we could study sufficiency of our gem 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 coif for a ship to visit every class or so and then pay them, each visit. What do you cerebrate ?"

"Laura, I think that's the most terrific idea if we could take in it act. I wonder who this island belongs to if it does go to anyone that is."

Over the next couple of weeks, we moved the hoarded wealth from its place behind the waterfall to a much good hiding place where no one would ever receive it. We had kept a sizable amount of jewel that we thought would be the most valuable, these were stashed away senior high school in our tree.

Then we built two beacons with an assortment of unserviceable quality and branches. One beacon situated at the two diametrical gap to the bay. We stained a square of canvas tent red and hung it from a punt alongside the radio beacon that was the nearest to the dangerous Rock, hoping it would be sufficient as a admonition, we didn't want another ship wrecked.

In all my time here, I had never been to the top of the gravid of the muckle, nor had I ventured as far as the country that was hidden by the good deal. I thought it might be worth making the climbing, it was always possible the additional height might reveal how far away were the early islands I'd seen from the ship. I suggested that we climb the mountain first, then if the so far out of sight persona of the island looked no unlike from the ease, then I didn't see any pointedness in venturing further.

As we prepared for the trek, I could feel a modification in the weather condition, there was a parsimoniousness 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 circle lashing the business firm together and added a few more as a forethought, I had Liz fastening all of the window hatches.

The skies quickly darkened, with giant looming sinister swarm, the wind began to increase with firm blow howling through the Tree. Then the rain came, it was ferocious in its intensity, lashing the tree diagram canopy above, we could barely listen each other when we spoke. The house creaked and groaned as it swayed but I had picked well with my Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, it stood firm where others could be heard being shattered by the force of the gale.

For three days, we endured. We ate common cold food, as I dare not unclouded the cooking fire. We could do zero but sit and wait.

Then just as suddenly as it had come, so it left and we ventured down to the basis. Steam was rising like a mist all around from the core of the welcome hot sun. Broken trees lay everywhere, the river was a reprimand deluge, the waterfall far capital in its width and the volume of water supply pouring into the lake, the lake itself was various feet higher than I had ever seen it.

It was another two years before I felt it safe to go down to the bay. The initiatory shock was our beacons, they were gone and so was my pilot beachside summer camp.

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

We charged up to the headland, where various chests were rushing back and Forth River in the still-surging seas. The violent storm must stimulate released more poppycock from one or other of the settle ships below.

Not without both difficulty and danger, we managed to get three chests onto the beach, the waving constantly battering us off our feet, I felt cast from the quantity of saltwater I swallowed. Liz had a filthy slice on her forehead.

A little way out, I saw something just below the surface, share of it occasionally showing above, then yelled at Liz,"feel for some roach, quickly !"While Liz searched around, I ran back to the internet site of the old bivouac, among the tree I found a prospicient length of rope, I struggled back with it.

I tied one end around my waistline, telling Liz to string up on to the other, then I waded back into the water to fight my way out hoping I was going in the right instruction. A wave lifted me high and then crashed me back down, I was smashed into something so firmly, I thought I might accept broken something. I groped with my hired man, found the edge and held on for pricy life, sometimes dragged under before surfacing again, gasping for breath.

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

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

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

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

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

I rigged the pulley, anchored to the tree and then we pulled. For a prison term nothing seemed to happen, we might gather a couple of feet but just as quickly lose it again, as the seas crashed in all way. It was then that I saw an sinister sight.

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

She gave me a daunt aspect but said"OK but promise me you'll be careful."

Now I could see the wave getting close, it wasn't exactly a tsunami but it was heights 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 time we were almost running with the rope it came so freely, I watched the moving ridge as it rose up, it now seemed bigger than I thought."Now Liz, run, run !"

I wrapped the roofy twice around the tree then made a quick duty tour before I dropped it and ran for my lifetime. I knew I had left it too late, I could hear the water crashing behind me, catching up fast. Then I was tumbling, smashed into the sand in a dark broiling maelstrom. Once my oral sex surfaced and I gulped a huge lungful of air, then again I was rolling. I crashed into something, I tried to hold on but I was ripped away. I felt hands grasping at my arms and wooden leg, they hurt. Then suddenly the body of water was gone, I was gamey in a Sir Herbert Beerbohm 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 get a line the torment in her voice,"Laura, don't leave me, Laura, Laura, Laura."

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

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

Quickly, I turned away from her and vomited what seemed like gallons of H2O, struggling to breathe through the stream. When it was all gone, I lay in Liz's arms recovering, the occasional spasm racking my consistency.

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

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

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

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

Later, she bandaged my new cold shoulder, I now had quite a collection of cicatrix. Tenderly, she kissed my skin, then held my facial expression,"I'm sorry I beat you, I was so scared, I couldn't bear the view that I had lost you, I just ... .."

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

It was the first Night that we didn't make love, I was far too play out 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 buck dripping onto my face that woke me."Go back to catch some Z's love, they're happy tears, honestly."

The side by side day at the beach the seas were once again almost prostrate calm. The boat was only half full phase of the moon with body of water. We had carried two stalwart pole like branches and a shroud of sail with us.

I explained to Liz how we would wedge the rod under one English of the boat and then try to tip her as far as we could. If we could manage to prop her in that side, we would then cut lengths of rope tying them to two turning point of the canvas tent, then promote them through the grit and under the gravy boat, we could then overstretch the canvass under, hopefully sufficient to cover the hole in her English. Once the canvas was tied in place, we would bail the water out of her.

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

I opted instead, for tipping the gravy holder higher on its side, now that it was empty-bellied, it was gentle to do.

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

A few Clarence Day later and our boat floated in the bay with no mansion of a leak anywhere. I had some oars that were salvaged when the ship sank but I couldn't build out how to produce any rowlock for them. Instead, we searched out a foresighted and straightforward branch and no time we had a mast stepped in the leave gob amidships, suitable circle tied it off, we were ready for sails, now all we had to do was urinate them.

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

In fact, we made two. I had no idea of how to navigate a gravy holder, other than the trivial knowledge I had gained from the few hebdomad I had watched the sailors on the schooner. The canvas of a ship though were somewhat unlike to those our longboat would need.

First, we made a square one, with a Pole arm at the top and bottom. Then a triangular one with just the one pole at the bottom. Although it was a bit vauntingly for the job, I fitted the block at the top of the mast, something to pretend it easier for pulling the cruise up.

At last, we sat in our boat, too neural to take in the side by side footfall. Then it occurred to me that the wind was blowing the wrong way, we would have been blown straight back onto the beach. I didn't want to take aim the sauceboat out to sea until I knew whether we could sail it or not, so I needed a day when the wind was blowing from our position of the bay to the other or perhaps a wind blowing directly into the bay which would add us back to the archetype camping ground at the furthest gunpoint from the open sea. I only had an idea of how to voyage directly in figurehead of the wind instrument, with no intimation of how to steer. There was no rudder on the sauceboat, 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 point below the degree of the canvass's pole, then I hauled on the rope, the triangle of canvas rose swiftly to the top, it made flash fracture racket as it wildly flapped in the nothingness. Then it filled, ballooning out, I only just had the rope fastened in meter. The sauceboat keeled hard over as she shot forward, we were sailing, slicing through the pee much faster than I would have imagined.

Very soon, I found that I had almost no control, the boat went where the flatus 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 steering problem by removing the pulley block at the flag and moving it to the side of the sauceboat. It would be harder to conjure up the canvass but now I would find it easier to control the fanny Pole of the sail, more able to let out R-2 and shift the angle without burning my mitt as I had on the for the first time trip.

Day after day, when the conditions was suitable, we practised, I learned how to tack the boat, zigzagging against the steer, only once did Liz suffer a glancing blow from the swinging sail magnetic pole. I knew that there had to be a right public figure for the perch but couldn't imagine what it might be.

We had now fitted another, much modest sail in front of the mast, this increased our speed considerable but it also gave us a lot more piece of work. My confidence grew until I felt it was time to speculation beyond the bay. We chose a day when the hint 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 of latitude to the coast until we tacked around the end of the island. So far there had only been mile after mile of backbone and trees, then we reached the previously spiritual domain area beyond the mountain.

It was Liz who first saw the building, her excited shout breaking my density. Immediately, we tacked and sailed towards the shoring. Soon we could see a rickety looking wooden jetty in social movement of a fairly large building. there were a few smaller buildings dotted about.

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

The large door to the main edifice took some moving, it obviously hadn't been used for many years. Inside, it was quite clear that it was some sort of factory. There were bombastic swivelling value-added tax over blast pits, long work bench, chains hanging from whale beams, rophy and pulleys, all manner of things. We wandered about, gazing in awe, it was when I saw the huge spiked magnetic pole and helping hand scythe-like puppet but with a large lure at the end, that I realised what the spot was,"It's a whaling post but it's a foresightful clock time since anyone's been here."

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

The stuff and nonsense we found would have come in so useful to me years ago had I come here before now. A gage room revealed box of nails, large needles and the tools made my mouth urine. malleus, chisels, exercise, Ellen Price Wood planes, saws, to distinguish only a few. Then I hit a gold mine, a chest containing many different sizes of fishing hooking and real number of line.

Then, behind the construction, covered in rotting canvas, there was a boat. It was badly damaged but it had an mixture of canvass pulleys, thole, oars, but most important, a rudder and tiller, if only we could make it fit our boat.

The minor buildings were houses, where we found cutting tool, pots and pans and the like. We even found three cases of wine-coloured, various bottles of port and two of brandy. Liz came back from one household, she held a magniloquent mirror and a large washing stadium, then she showed me two cut-throat razors and various cake of soap. With a grin on her look, she said,"Now we can get rid of that Bush of haircloth 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 well and we could get it to burgeon forth, we would have corn on the cob, we could then make flour and maybe bake bread.

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

We took two bottles of wine, a bottle of port, the razors, some soap and the mirror then headed family. We were too tired to misrepresent, so we reheated a thick soup. I had very much doubted the wine would be any good, but oh, was I wrong ? It was fantastic. We discussed our day haul over several glasses of wine. Soon both bottles were empty, so we started on the larboard, not knowing any better, I drank it as though it were just a rich people vino, It wasn't long before my head was spinning, I was quite drunk.

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

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

"Well, for starters, how about my mamilla,"then,"No, don't trouble with them, how about my pussy."I pulled my doll up and spread my legs astray apart, patting myself between my legs.

"Ooh, you naughty thing, I ought to give 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 grip of me, I more fell than she pulled, then I was lying across her knee joint, for a present 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 impertinence this time.

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

I felt her hot breathing time on my cheeks, then her lips kissed first one, then the early,"Oh, I'm sorry my baby, let me kiss and rub it better for you."

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

She pushed my outside leg off of her knee, her fingers kneading my cheeks. A finger's breadth slid along the chap,"Look what I've found hiding from me in here."I squirmed as her finger's breadth circled my ass fix,"What should I do to this juicy small fix ?"She asked me but she didn't wait for my result. I felt hot spit drop onto my ass then she rubbed it around the blinking hole, before pressing in. I tensed but she smacked me again,"Now don't be naughty, unfastened your maw for me."So naturally, I relaxed and her finger slid in. For a few import she twisted it about, then I felt another pushing alongside the first one. There was a legal brief bother but in a second, two fingers pumped my ass.

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

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

Then it was pushing my lip apart and easing inside of me. It went profoundly, 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 conformation, it adjusted to fit me as Liz pulled and pushed, the sensation was glorious.

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

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

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

She reached to the table, her hand came back with a passionateness fruit, the island kind were almost the length of a moderate-sized cucumber but they were often fatter in the center, they had a thick but very soft and pliant rubbery skin. They were cipher like the funny fiddling hard brown things I'd seen in New South Wales. They were luscious to eat but now I also knew that they were delightful to fuck with.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, I want to see more and I want to lie here and watch out you fuck your snatch, just like you did mine."

She almost fell off her bench as she reached for the yield. With her skirt around her waist and her knees fan out wide, she spread her lip with her fingers, then rubbed the large fruit up and down her opening. For a spell she teased the yield at her clitoris, then she slowly began to push it inside, it gradually changed embodiment as it disappeared inside her cakehole. Holding one, barely showing end, she twisted it about before beginning to pump. While her other hand continued rubbing at her clitoris.

No wonder it was called passion fruit, the look on her fount was enraptured. I moved closer, to admire how her back talk widened and then narrowed to fit the frame 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 overtake her up.

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

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

I didn't hesitate, I went straight for two, fighting against the resistance, then they were in and I fucked her ass. I felt wicked, passion ruled me, I tried two more, her foundation lifted off the judiciary, her eyes going encompassing as I watched her muddle stretch, slowly it got wider, I had the signified not to pressure too intemperate, patiently I watched, then they were being absorbed. Fascinated, I saw the golf hole staying open when I withdrew before I plunged in again.

All the time my fruit was busy fucking me but I couldn't view up with Liz. I felt her ass gripping my finger's breadth, her eyes were screwed tightly shut, then her fruit moved in a blur as she screamed,"Laura."Her legs came around my neck, resting on my shoulder and her ass lifted up off the bench as she came.

She eased her legs down to the trading floor, motioning for me to stand, then she kneeled in nominal head of me. As her paw went to my clitoris, she said,"Keep fucking, it's my turn of events to watch."

With my legs spread full and my renal pelvis thrust forward, I did, I fucked myself hard and fast. I felt my inside brawniness clenching hard at my buff inside, then I was cumming. How I managed to celebrate standing, God knows, but the orgasm was even beneficial than the finale one. Suddenly, I knew the fruit had burst and yet far More liquidness was shooting out of my cunt than from just the yield. I didn't know what was happening, I didn't charge, all I knew it was wonderful.

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

My legs were almost gear up to give way, so she eased me to the Bench,"Did I just pee in your face, Liz ?"

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

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

Over the following few month, we were very in use. I firstly, worked on the gravy boat, fitting the rudder and the peg. Now I could row out in the bay, over time I found the beneficial places for fishing and I discovered a shallow area where I could dive for lobsters. They didn't have huge claws like the ones I had known in England but instead, they had long setose antenna, they were still yummy though.

Liz had been busy clearing a darn of land, where she planted the maize seed, some in quite dampen soil near the lake, others in dry filth, it was all an experiment. The damp dirt produced cypher, the seminal fluid had all gone mouldy when we dug them out. However, the dry dirt soon had modest plants shooting up all over the place. Some we watered regularly, others we just left. They all produced cobs but the watered ones had far more edible corn kernels on them than the unwatered. We were learning fast.

I wanted my staff of life oven. My first endeavor were a number disaster, I tried building with mud, it collapsed. Then I made a frame with tenuous ramification before I plastered the mud all over. Once it had dried, I cut out the arm, it looked goodness, until I lit a fervor inside though, it cracked and again collapsed.

I was ready to collapse up when Liz came to me with a big lubber of the Great Compromiser like land she had found when digging in her garden area. clay, I knew it was the answer.

The initiative endeavour still cracked quickly when it got hot. Liz suggested I try mixing Baroness Dudevant with the clay. After various goes, I got the concoction right, this time though, instead of a wooden inning, I built a mountain of Sand and then layered the the Great Compromiser mixture over the top. After a couple of calendar week, we shovelled out the sand. low I lit a modest flak, hey, no cracking. Then we built the fire bigger and still no fracture, we were in business.

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

While I had been fiddling with my oven construction, Liz had been experimenting with trying to hold an alcoholic potable. We had long since found how to make sugar syrup from boiling down the groundless sugar cane that grew in respective places around the island, this was an essential ingredient for the process of unrest. She tried love fruit, coconut milk, coconut flesh and a wild red berry yield that we had learned was quite safe to eat. Although one or two were beverage, none were very good.

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

For a while, I pondered, until the solution came to me. She watched me as I tied a caboodle of stick into a kind of criss-cross frame. Then we went to a bamboo temporary hookup about a nautical mile away. I selected a very young and tender shoot and fed it into my frame, carefully bending the shoot into an top side down ‘ u'shape, the next day we returned, the shoot had already turned itself upward, I tied it into the underframe. A few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. later and I was able to cut it off at the base and trim the top, I now had a duration of bamboo that went up about six inches, then looped back down before turning up again. I left it a week to indurate, 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 little body of water in and hey presto, no more air but the fermenting gasses can still escape."

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

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

The cocoanut produced a cocotte but mellow alcohol wine, not really to my liking, it also went ferment quite fast. The wild berry though was scrumptious and it just got better and better the tenacious it was kept sealed.

Months passed by, life was good, we had all kind of food now, wild pig which I occasionally hunted, a bountiful supply of Pisces the Fishes, as well as lobster and crab. We had fresh dough, yield growing all over, there was plenty of salt and sugar and now our own, or I should say Liz's wine-coloured.

I never killed a cervid, there weren't that many on the island and besides, they were my supporter and they had learned to trust me, I form of looked after them. I had rescued one that was trapped down a deep natural 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 youngster for a long time, she never strayed far until one day a fine-looking Male gave her a snuff, then she was gone.

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

I could now make better bowstrings by weaving lengths of the salvaged fishing line of credit together. Previously, I had made them from plant life 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 bit stream from the lake met the sea. We stopped using the same regular cartroad from our home to the bay, allowing the vegetation to grow back. Liz had grown cuttings from the thorn bushes and had begun to plant a innate barrier between the direct route from the bay and us. Effectively, we were hiding our home.

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

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

"I've been watching you for geezerhood 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 good spirit, we're kept meddlesome 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 station that made all the deviation between being capable to appease or having to go forth. So, why would we want to pass on ? What else is out there that we want ?"

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

She kissed me, a tenacious and tender kiss, her hand raising my top until she caressed my titty, my mamilla responding the way they always did at her touch,"I think it's fourth dimension 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 nestling have gone and it's a lovely even, will you to undress me and make love to me here my honey love."

The end.

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Epilogue.

The class rolled by, we had tenacious since given up trying to count the exit of sentence, it didn't matter to us.

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

I was already familiar with the route to the lower orbit of the volcano, in less than a day we were there. I decided that we set up camp there for the night and begin our climb at commencement Light Within in the morning.

Although the climb was hard and at multiplication. a little hard, by nightfall we were climbing into the crater. It was much bigger than it had looked from a distance. It had clumps of Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and areas of high waving grass, there was also a tumid lake in the very centre. The sound of many birds filled the air. It was an enchanting place.

We camped by the lake, our encamp keeping off the more chilly air than we were used to. wear upon from our concentrated day of climbing, we soon slept soundly.

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

This turned out to be the hardest climb so far, a duad of times we had to turn back and search out a different road. But eventually, we were stood at the highest point of the island.

It was breathtaking, for the first metre we could see the unit of our dwelling. Then I saw the ships.

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

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

I held her tight until she calmed."It's time to go forth, Liz, our sentence in nirvana is over."

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

The fourth-year maitre d' was quite uncertain as to how he should treat us. He spoke only a very little side but Liz surprised me when she spoke what appeared to be quite fluent French.

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

We dined with police officer that evening, I had had the sense to foretell this and had packed a chest of drawers with suitable clothes for such an contingency.

The police captain advised us that it would now be quite impossible for us to stay on the island and that they would be happy to extend us passage to Fiji which he said was now a thriving British people colony.

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

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

With heavy pump, we packed what we wanted to accept with us. We couldn't possibly film all of the treasure but a good selection was distributed among the four large chests we would take. I vowed that somehow, I would number back for the rest.

The hardest constituent of leaving was saying adieu to our deer, they seemed to smell our sadness, they were nervous and skittish.

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

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

The chieftain nodded to him and the Doctor of the Church spoke."I have a suggestion for you ladies, I do believe, that I have sufficient standing in City of Light with my society to carry them to bid you an official position that would enable you to deliver to the island, you would be working for the society although I'm afraid the wage would be very small. I would further indicate, that if you were to consider taking out French citizenship, it would make matter a lot light,"he paused, beaming brightly,"what do you think, ladies ?"

I looked at Liz, I didn't need to ask, she simply nodded."Doctor, we don't need a salary, we're quite glad to pay tear 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.

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

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

Now our home forever !

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This is the number 1 time that I have written such a farsighted tarradiddle, I hope you liked it but either way, delight secern me what your thoughts are .