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I had seen the sails of the ship as she approached and I had made my way through the timber to the foreland, the Lapplander headland overlooking where the mutineers had been sunk on the rock and roll that were hidden just below the surface a few hundred yards offshore.

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

They ripped into the side of the ship, gouging a hole along her duration, the water rushed in so fast that it was a affair of minute before she was gone. I knew that from after the time the mutineers sank, that there would be useful pickings on the beach over the next few Day. 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 woman dragging herself from the water before she collapsed to the backbone and lay still. I didn't act a muscle, I kept watching for a sign that there might be others but I saw no one.

She was the first living person that I had seen in old age, I was well-chosen with my fleshly friends on the island, I was scared, I now no longer get laid how to communicate with another homo being, I had almost forgotten how to talk.

So, I just sat and watched her. It was a long meter before she stirred, I saw her struggle to a sitting positioning and watched as she looked around. I could hear that she was crying as she climbed to stand on unfirm ramification. She waded back into the pee, shouting out name calling but only the splash of waves on Sand answered her. Then just like me, all those years ago, she sat down and sobbed.

Hesitantly, I approached her from behind, to bear and watch, uncertain of what to do next. Finally, I went closer, I laid a hand on her shoulder, it was the wrong thing for me to have done, she squealed as she jumped with shock before turning to expect at me. Her heart were wide with fear as she took in my appearing. My skin was a abstruse Brown colouration, burned in by years of sun. My haircloth was long and tangled and my clothes were made from animate being skins. Two large shining curve tusks hung at my breast, I must have been a strange fantastic sight to her. It didn't assistant that I carried a huge bow and a bag of pointer, with a brand hung at my waist.

She cringed away from me as I reached behind my rear but I saw her relax slightly when I held my calabash of water out to her. Her eyes never left my face as she drank, when she was finished, I reached a hand to her, after a yearn pause she lifted hers to mine and I pulled her to her feet.

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

After a patch we arrived at my home plate, we hadn't spoken a word on the way. I reached for my veil rope, gave a tug and the rope run came tumbling down. I pointed to the run and she peered up with a puzzled look on her face, there was nothing to see from the ground, just a ladder disappearing into thickly foliage.

I took detainment of the ladder and climbed, when I reached the low gear leaves I looked down and beckoned her again, when I saw her set out to follow me, not without some difficulty, I carried on.

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

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

I went to her, took her hand and led her to the bench. She watched as I struck two rock-and-roll together, the spark lighting the bracken in my cooking open fireplace. This was a quite large metallic saucer, peltate, that I had found in the great deal. It was sat on a band of rocks to foreclose the Ellen Price Wood below from getting burned.

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

Then I heard the 1st voice spoken to me in so many years,"Do you address English ? Who are you ? Where do you derive from ?"

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

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

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

"1864, July."

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

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

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

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

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

I was only seven year of age when we departed from England for him to get hold of up his location, he and my female parent were excited at the view of the three years accompanied posting to a far away and seemingly exotic lieu.

Unfortunately, they were sadly disillusioned, it wouldn't be farsighted before they both wished that they had never seen the shoes. febricity was rife, food was often scarcely with very little option, convicts and settlers were both a invariable cause of bother. All in all, for them, it was like a blaze on earth.

For me, it wasn't quite so bad, I was shielded from the worst of what went on and my days were spent at the diminished English language shoal in Sydney colony. Even so, I think we were all glad when the posting came to an end. Certainly, I was excited at the aspect of being back in England and meeting up with my old friends.

beginner had decided, that rather than us taking the traditional itinerary back, via South Africa's Cape of good promise, that we would take a ship to Hawaii, spend a few weeks there before travelling on to California, then overland before to then plug-in another ship back to England, the whole matter just sounded so adventurous to me.

The Golden Eagle was a beautiful three-masted schooner with absolutely quite a little of splendid livid sail. I even had my own cabin, albeit, it was humble and cramped what with the built in bed, one cupboard and a wash basin but it was mine and I was over the moon.

I didn't much like the senior pilot, he was very gruff, bordering on downright rude when he even deemed to answer a interrogation from any of the rider. I could clearly see my founding father bristling whilst striving to hold his temper. I soon realised that the skipper was more interested in his consignment than he was in a clump of unwished passengers. There were two other families besides my own, ten of us all told.

We hauled our anchor and set sail on a beautiful sunny day, Panama flying all over the rigging and the masts in reaction to the Captain's rescript, canvas clapped in a thunderous roar as they were unfurled before catching the wind. By evening we were well cleared of the bay and header in an easterly direction.

During the next two workweek, we called at several islands, I can't think all their figure now but they included, New Caledonia so called by Captain James James Cook the famous explorer, he was the get-go European to land there and he named it after a place in Scotland.

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

The weather condition was still finely and sunny when we left Fiji, but the Captain was complaining that there was not enough wind to keep on the sail filled, he had every possible inch of voyage spread but still, we only seemed to be creeping along. Then on the back day, the wind dropped away to nothing and we were completely becalmed. The water was like a glass mirror, not a single ripple disturbed the Earth's surface of the sea. A blockheaded mist appeared as if from nowhere, enveloping the ship.

The following day, the chieftain had two longboats lowered, hanker ropes snaking from them to the ship. Each had ten sweating sailors toiling at their oars as they attempted to preserve some way on the ship. To me, it seemed quite superfluous, as they made hardly any difference to our progress.

All day and into the nighttime they rowed, with just an occasional break to swap work party. The wretched weary mortal struggled to climb aboard, they were so tired.

In the morning, I overheard father saying to my mother that he felt there was trouble brewing. The crowd were not well-chosen with their lot. But the police chief appeared to be oblivious to their plight and simply keep back on driving them. He even had one man flogged who had refused to go back in the boat, so bad were the blister on his hands.

On the fourth day, a entitle walkover began to flap the sails and once more than we were moving but still only very slowly. The headwaiter did not come back the boats, still, the men dipped and pulled at their oars.

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

My male parent had overheard one of the officers saying that because of the mist, they had been ineffectual to take a sighting and consequently, they had no idea exactly where we were and they weren't certain what island it might be that the observation post had sighted. Soon it became apparent that there were in fact, a number of very small islands becoming visible, with just one fairly boastfully one.

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

As we approached I could see shimmering sands backed by dense woodland, it all looked quite stunning. Soon a small bay became unmistakable and the ship's passage was slowed, by half of the canvass being taken in. A leadsman was swinging his line at the bows, calling out the profundity of body of water beneath the ship as we entered the entering of the bay. We didn't go very far in before the anchor was dropped.

I saw bbl being loaded into the boats, For piddle, my father explained when I asked what they were for. Yet again, the sailors were having to row, I saw various with bleeding mitt as they climbed over the position and down into the gravy boat. They didn't spirit very happy.

Some hour later the boats returned to the ship, a Pres Young lieutenant, shouting at the gang as they manhandled the barrels into slings.

I'm not sure how it happened but I heard the forte crash followed by screams and shouts. Two barrels had come loose and crashed back down into the sauceboat below. They killed one man and seriously injured another before smashing a vast hole in the hind end of the gravy holder. It sank very fast as the sailors scrambled for safety.

The senior pilot had two more than men tied up for flagellation, he blamed them for the loss of a sauceboat, he didn't seem at all concerned for the dead or injured men.

The crew stood in ugly silence as the first of the two men were fastened to a grate but a rumbling of interference began to intumesce as the bosun raised his party whip. He paused to look at the Captain,"Carry out your duty,"the sea captain snapped at him. The whip fell, scourging the man's back as he screamed before it fell again and again.

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

Then I heard a handgun shot, the same young deputy from the longboat had fired at three men who had rushed the bosun and grabbed a hold of his whip. I heard the Captain shouting"Cease sacking"but it was too latterly, the crew went berserk, attacking any officeholder in sight. More guess rang out and men screamed as I could hear substructure charging along the deck above me. Then, just as suddenly it went quiet.

I could hear my mother and another woman weeping through the slim down rampart that divided our cabins. My female parent was shouting my father's epithet before she went, still shouting, up to the deck. I heard her call his name again, then she was sobbing.

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

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

I snatched up the large dagger that one was holding, I wasn't exactly trusted what I intended doing with it but it seemed to help lull my spunk. I crept quietly along the passageway, ignoring the first ladder that we usually used, I could find out the drunken shouts just above me. When I reached a second ladder, to a greater extent to the aft of the ship, I slowly stole up, one easy step at a time. I poked my head over the rim of the hatch and to my embossment, there was no one nearby.

I wasn't at all sure what I should do but I knew that I couldn't hitch hidden below. I crawled to a cargo hatchway to gingerly peer around the corner. My mother and the two woman were tied to masts, their clothes hanging in tatter, my mother was almost bare with her heavy tit jiggling about as she struggled.

I almost screamed when I saw my male parent lying on the deck covered in descent, I was sure he was dead.

There was a strong flavor of rum in the air, coming from two barrels that the crewman kept filling their kisser from. I watched as one weaved towards my mother, he offered her a drinking from his mug but she spat at him, he slapped her severely across the face and then jammed a hired man between her legs while he laughed at her.

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

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

I raised my dagger highschool as I neared and took a mighty swing down at him. The cry from his Paraguay tea made him turn his head towards me, he took a one-half pace backwards, this causing my downwardly stab to miss his consistence, the momentum of my swing carried on down and then his penis was wiggling on the deck, neatly severed by my dagger.

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

I pushed the sticker inside my blouse and began swimming as grueling as I could towards the penny-pinching shore which was perhaps two hundred M away. I felt myself tiring as I heard the splash of oars behind me and the shouts encouraging the rower to pull harder.

They were close by the time I felt gumption beneath my base. With a hold out upsurge of DOE, I forced myself to my feet, wading the net few fundament to the beach. As I ran I could hear the cry getting ever closer, then I felt a hand snatching at my blouse, I twisted away and saw him tripper and Fall heavily to the sand.

I was now gasping for breathing time, I thought they would catch up with me but my luck held, suddenly I was into the trees, curses only feet behind. The thorns tore at my clothing and peel, I was bleeding as I ran into the almost impenetrable barrier. My foot hit something firmly and I fell to the background, immediately I saw my escape, there was a foot or so beneath the thorns and the ground, on men and knee joint I scurried forwards. I was rewarded by the receding sounds of their shout and curses.

I reached a small hollow and rolled myself in where I lay striving to suspire deeply and calm my shattered nerves. I was desperately afraid and wanted to get further away but I had no strength left to displace.

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

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

One, who appeared to be leading the mathematical group, called for quiet. I heard him repoint out that they were now mutineers and murderers, it was clip to forget about the fille and get away to somewhere safe. Some argued, that a slight longer in searching for the untested Virgo the Virgin wouldn't damage. But eventually, they put it to the vote and decided they would result in the morning. Once decided, they got down to hearty eating and drinking.

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

The first thing I came across was a pistol complete with gunpowder pouch, quietly I lifted it away from beside its owner. Then I found a sword, large and labored. There was still a big hank of pork hanging by the dying fire, I cut it away before quickly making my way along the beach, I was looking for a better route inland, a way to fend off the thorns.

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

The early light filtering down through the branches woke me. I sat and listened for an age but heard nothing except for the twist which had risen in the other hr. I followed the stride back to the beach, they were gone, the beach was empty, turgid wave dashed ashore.

I saw the last boat being winched aboard, then I saw bodies being thrown over the English. A unretentive while later, the sails were being unroll. As the steer took keep, I could see the keystone leaving the water to be pulled aboard, the ship leaned with the breaking wind and then she was moving fast towards the entry of the bay.

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

Soon she would be hidden by the headland out of my sight. Then I saw her ascend up as if lifted by a concealed deal, even with the malarky and distance, I still heard the mighty crash of breaking timberland as she crashed back down. The ship lifted once more, then she was leaning over for a brief moment before with a pitching, the ship turned right over. It seemed only seconds before she was gone, not a sign of her remained.

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

I was alone with my grief, I cried and cried, sobbing until I had zilch left wing, then I crawled back to the trees to escape from both the jazz and the pelting that was now pouring.

The storm lasted two days, during which meter I shivered, seeking tax shelter where I could, until at last, the sun broke through the swarm and the steer went away. At the beach, wave still lashed onto the sands. The beach was littered with all manner of thing washed up from the sunken ship. Instinct told me to assemble whatever I found, I soon had various batch well clear of the water.

Then I noticed the soundbox, a picayune promote along. The first was Mrs Peterson, one of the other rider, then I found my mother and father, strangely lying incline by side on the sand at the water's edge. The water had cleaned the bloodline away and somehow in death, they looked peaceful, it helped me through my grief.

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Here, I stopped my story, the memory too bright 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 mantle. Her work force stroking my pilus as I let the year of secret grief come pouring out.

When I woke, I found her fast asleep, lying on the floor beside my bed, she still had cargo area of my mitt. Quietly, I rose, trying not to inflame her but as I lay her arm across her eubstance, I saw the dried table salt on her skin and clothes.

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

I lowered it off her shoulders then took my material to her neck, lifting her hair as I washed. The two thin strap that held her slip up fell down her arms and it dropped to her waistline, I washed her back. For the first sentence in my life, I found myself marvelling at another's body, no wonderment really, she was beautiful and her hide was so soft.

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

I motioned for her to digest then eased her stiff apparel to the storey, my washables had got slower as I studied her, for some reason, my eyes kept going back to the two tizzy between her legs. I felt her shiver as my cloth rinsed them free of SALT, again I wondered why.

I worked down the social movement of both leg, then pushed her around to face away from me again. As I washed back up, I saw her legs overspread wider apart when I neared her backside. I could see the Strategic Arms Limitation Talks caked in the shot of her impudence. With smart water I rinsed her, I saw her slight common soldier pickle as I worked down, soaking the saltiness away, then I was underneath between her peg with my cloth. My face was confining to her backside, I was shocked when I had a sudden impulse to kiss her there.

In confusion, I hastily stood. I placed the bowl on the tabular array before gently pushing her to tip her headspring down so I could rinse her hair.

Once again I was staring at her hanging tit as they swayed from side to side. I could now sense a strange wiz running through my physical structure. My nipple were hard and rear, dragging on my clothes, there was a tingle between my pegleg that I had only ever noticed once before when I had watched two of my furry ally mating in the forest.

I carried the bowl away, trying to hide the growing bang I could palpate on my face. I didn't understand my opinion, I felt ashamed, shocked even and yet I knew deep inside, that I had got excited looking at her body, especially her private places.

I went and sat outside, the coolheaded night air easing me back to normality. I had no sexual experience, not even a sexual thought in my spirit, 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 II just happened to be the only individual available ? Or was it actually her that I was attracted to ? All I knew, was that the question and reply were beyond me, I simply didn't have the experience that a normal animation may have given me.

When I went back inside, she was curled on my bed, fast asleep with her hind end facing me. I sat in my chair, not wanting to calculate but ineffective to drag my eyes away. The tingle was back between my legs, almost without thought, I had pulled my brusk skirt to my pelvic girdle before my fingers traced over my slit beneath my hill of hair, with a start, I realised I was soaking, liquid was seeping out of me. It smelled strange when I sniffed at my finger but I liked it, it seemed to make shiver.

My fingers went back to my prick and for the number 1 time in my life I caressed my emerging brim, the tactual sensation felt nice. I wasn't really aware when a finger slipped between the folds of flesh until I felt the warmth, strange spirit now surged through me. I pushed my finger deeper, exploring new district, searching for the seed of the tingle that had now become so acute. I almost jerked up from my chairperson when my digit found a minuscule clump 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 and it grew larger as a fervidness began to build up. I had no idea what was happening to me but it did palpate good.

My eyes were riveted to the two mound of her hind end, the little hole that I could see and the squashed mouth between her legs. My soundbox was consumed, something was happening, I was in heaven. I bit my lips with my dentition 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 mind was in a spin, I didn't understand what had just happened but I knew it was the most vivid and beautiful thing I had ever experienced. Somehow, I knew that I had just grown up.

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

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

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

When we had cleared away, she asked me if I would continue with my history, I needed a misdirection from my persuasion, so relieved, I continued.

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For several days, I dragged woodland, ropes, thorax, bit of piece of furniture from the water, even a cooking pot floated ashore. Two sails were the gruelling to haul from the water, one took me several days, I only managed by getting a bit at a time onto the hot sand, pegging it down until it dried and then pulling more from the water.

I ached from head to toe but as the mean solar day went by, I felt my muscles hardening, my strength building. Food had not yet become an way out, there was mass of fruit about, coconuts by the hundred, some type of banana that I couldn't eat raw but they were ok baked over a fire. There were other exotic looking yield that I wasn't prepared to risk eating just yet.

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

At first, I built a shelter close to the beach, just within the tree line of merchandise. Piles of everything I had salvaged were covered with a canvass sail.

I had been there about a week, already I was losing cut of the solar day. I sat one evening to think over on my situation. I had seen no foretoken to signal that there might be other masses on the island but that didn't mean there weren't. I had no approximation how large the island was, so far I had only seen my bay and out to the nearest headland by the entrance. Beyond the foreland, I could see a arenaceous tree-lined beach that seemed to go on forever.

I found a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree that looked slowly to wax and indeed, so it proved. Soon, I was at the top of the Tree, I had picked a well one as it was taller than near. There was only a canopy of foliage to my left and right wing, stretching as far as I could see into the distance. Inland there were a issue of mountains, mostly quite small but there was one that dwarfed the others. The nearest I judged to be only two or three miles away, the tree appeared to give up a short way up its slope, I guessed that it was from the mountains that my freshwater stream originated.

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

I carried water, intellectual nourishment, my sticker and steel. I had only gone a fairly short-circuit distance when I came to a small lake that had formed in a raw holler. It was fed by a waterfall, perhaps twenty or xxx foundation gamey and maybe xx groundwork across, there was another stream leaving the lake besides my own. The lake water was crystal clear, a few lilliputian Fish darting here and there.

I made my way around the water's bound until I came to a clear patch of sandy filth. There were quite a number of animal footprints, two or three different character. virtually were quite small but I did see two sets that were large enough to suggest some sort of heavy or crowing animal.

Near the waterfall, I climbed a fairly steep hill which brought me to a grassy categoric country, this was split by a wide but shallow river which cascaded over the sharpness to the lake below.

The tree diagram began again only a few yards back, these were massive tree, their immense bole further apart so that it was easier to walk below them. However, it was so obtuse above that it was almost sullen where I stood. Where the first pass on branches began above me, I could see no higher.

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

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

Desperately, I scrambled for the low branch of the tree I was stood by but I was too tardily, I saw this immense thing charging at me, it's large curled tusks gleaming. It squealed loudly as it neared, I was rooted to the spotlight in fear. At the last irregular, I moved, I jumped to the side of the tree, my blade swing wildly. The stupid beast had been so intent on me that it hadn't seen the tree until I moved, it crashed headfirst into the tree, it didn't fall, just staggered about. Now though, it was again looking for me.

I threw my steel, I don't know why, it was just a reaction. It struck the beast in the neck opening, I doubt that it actually did much legal injury but its foreleg caught in the steel'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 short.

It appeared to be some kind of black hairy pig, I knew there wouldn't have been a lot leftfield of me had it hit me. The was no longer any grunting haphazardness ahead, they had gone. I retrieved my sword with some difficulty, wiping the profligate off on its hairy body, then with still shaking legs, I continued on my way.

I followed the river for about another two miles. Suddenly I was back in daylight, the ground rising quite steeply in front of me. I paused, taking a deglutition, while I considered my Charles Herbert Best route up.

It was a unvoiced climb, not so much for its difficulty but more that I wasn't used to continuous climbing. I rested a turn of times, taking the chance to count back towards the sea. I could see my bay, it looked to be much faithful than for the time it had taken me to get to this point.

Finally, I was at the tiptop and now I saw the replete extent of my island, all except one field hidden behind the magnanimous mountain. It looked to be about five or six miles wide and somewhere between ten or twelve nautical mile long. My bay was almost exactly midway along its length. As hard as I looked, there was no sign of the zodiac whatsoever of there being anyone else besides myself, no smoke, no edifice and no cleared land.

The larger of the mountains was clearly an extinct volcano, at least I hoped it was extinct. Its extremum looked wonky, the side nearest to me was the collapsed rim of a Brobdingnagian crater. Briefly, I thought of continuing my geographic expedition by trekking to the crater but I quickly realised that it would be black long before I got there. I decided instead, to look for somewhere nearer to hand where I could spend the night.

I descended from my peak by a different road, rarity, nil more. The side got steeper, now bare rock candy not grass and the going got more difficult. I realised that I had made a misapprehension, if I retraced my stairs it would be dark before I reached a safe place to stop. If I pressed on, I could end up in difficulty, with nowhere to go in the dark. I had picayune choice but to gamble on what I might find oneself ahead.

It was a little later when, by accident I found the cave, I had paused to catch my breath, now quite worried by the rapidly fleet luminousness. The Boulder I leant against moved, first just a brace of inches. I jumped away and it moved several more inches, I heard a cracking noise coming from below, then suddenly, the boulder as if with a head 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 various proceedings I sat shaking with fright at my almost young lady, then carefully I got to my metrical foot. My incline and an arm hurt where I had been struck but otherwise, I seemed okey. I saw the cave entrance that the boulder had been blocking from view, it was monger black inside, so I dare not introduce any advance than just inside the entrance. Exhausted, I settled down and almost immediately I was asleep.

... ... ....

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

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

I felt myself rush at the thought of her bare organic structure being following to me, I couldn't facial expression at her,"I didn't want to disturb you, you needed the residue,"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 sense my font, red and hot as her script softly rubbed my arm. Then she leaned and her lips kissed my cheek. The shock that went through me was like a deadbolt of lightning, involuntarily I cringed away, snatching my arm free. When I looked at her, she had a hurt flavour on her brass, her lips trembled, she was finish 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 plosive consonant looking at you without wrong thoughts, with unsporting thoughts going through my mind. I don't understand what's happening to me, I'm frightened."

She sat watching me for a while, considering how to answer me I thought. Instead, she again took my script,"come here, let me prevail you."Her arms wrapped around me, my head nestled on her shoulder and she held me tight. She kissed the top of my head while gently rocking me from side to side. I could feel my nipples stiffening at the feel of her bosom against mine.

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

I lifted my brain, staring into her centre, 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 finger them on mine, I could feel my bloodline pound and I lost all control.

My deal went behind her head and I roughly pulled her to me, my lips earth into hers. I had no idea how to kiss, it wasn't at all subtle, it was a need that I couldn't resist. Her optic were wide with shock, her branch and articulatio humeri leaning away from me as she struggled to pause 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, please will you kiss me and have me again."Tears rolled down my buttock as I beseeched her.

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

With a sob, I jumped to the run, burning my hands as I slid down and then blindly I ran into the timber. Branches slashed at my face, thorns rip my frame in my headlong charge. It was the burning of salt the sea water in my wounding that shook me from my psychic trauma, I was at the bay.

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

I screamed when a voice whispered,"Perhaps I do."But it wasn't my mother, the part was behind me."I thought I might find you here at your bay, you scared me something silly."Her helping hand rested on my articulatio humeri, I turned to look at her,"Oh my God ! Your brass, the descent, you're bleeding everywhere,"she exclaimed with a flavour of repulsion. She cried when she noticed the rip dripping down my arms, puddling in the sand.

She helped me stand and pull up me to the master shelter that I had built when I first arrived on the island. I lay on the bare bed as she rushed off to the watercourse. Although she washed my wounds, virtually were too deep to contain the flow of blood.

"cupboard, bedroom, nursing home, patch and cream."I gasped out between gritted teeth. The infliction from the sticker was searing, I had been cut by them before, even one had hurt but 100 of excision at the same time was excruciating.

It was morning when I woke, Elizabeth was lying beside me with a blanket spread over us, her optic were undecided, staring at my fount. She smiled when I looked at her, a appease touch as her brim feathered mine before fetching me a drunkenness of water.

I felt much better, the unsound of the pain gone. The thorns had something in them that burned when they cut you but they had never seemed poisonous. Now it was a suit of keeping the wounding pick and free from infection.

Back at the tree house, she had eased my clothes over the bandage as she undressed me before telling me to lie down, I declined the offered blanket, it was too warmly. She seemed to take long studying my body than was necessary if she were only examining the dressing, she blushed when she saw my tit stiffening under her gaze and she blushed even deeper when she saw me watching her, but she bent and put a fingerbreadth to my sass then she went to train some intellectual nourishment. My eyes 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 deal hold of mine.

It was dark when I slowly woke from a deep rest. I became aware of her bare skin touching my side and the hand that cradled my breast, one of her breasts lay over my upper arm. She appeared to be healthy asleep so her touch could consume been accidental but I didn't care, I was thrilled at the flavour of her mitt and her breast resting on me.

I covered her hand with mine, pressing it gently to me, I knew my nipple was hard under her hand, the advance and fall of my chest as I breathed causing my nipple to rub her palm. Never had it felt so raw, so in need of caress.

Carefully, I leaned my head to her knocker, my mouth stroking the cutis until I found her mamilla, I took it between my lips and marvelled at the feel before my tongue traced lightly around it. I could palpate it getting longer and harder as if I were breathing life into it. I gave it a suck, it seemed the rude matter to do.

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

I felt the personnel casualty when her hand left my breast but it was to revoke my Kuki-Chin level 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 back talk brushed each other. Then I was shaken as her knife licked me, teasing between and along my lips. Tentatively my own natural language pushed forward to suffer hers, we fenced back and forth before hers plunged inside my back talk. It lasted for a life-time, my heart thudding with happiness, I loved this char so deeply.

As we kissed, still she played with my white meat, one minute to caress all over, the next to pinch and commit at my pap, my body was writhing with desire, the tingle between my thigh now buzzed. My own manus took itself to the sassing below my mound, my fingers snatching at my release, I felt her hand over mine and she pressed it down, rubbing my own over my sex.

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

I flopped back down but as I did, I felt her pushing her finger inside of me. I almost panicked at this usurpation of my common soldier theatrical role but just in time I felt the wondrous feelings created by her thrusting digit, her thumb found my button as her fingers explored me. Another plosion was building like a breakaway galloping horse.

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

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

She covered my eyes and sass with gentle kisses, whispering soothing dustup 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 she had brewed, then once more she lay beside me,"nap some more, my love."She said to me.

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

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

... ... ... ..

I woke a little common cold and stiff, my ribs ached, it took some sec to remember where I was. The sun was at an slant that only gleam a little light into the cave but I thought that in an hour or so, it might get down a lot more of the interior. I drank and ate from my provision, peering into the gloom, straining my eyes in an attempt to identify the conformation that were becoming vaguely visible.

Carefully, I stooped through the opening, standing aside so as to earmark as lots light as possible. There was only a small flattish area just inside, then beyond that, a gaping black gob disappeared downwards. It was just as well that I hadn't ventured inside in the dark.

To one side was stacked a chain reactor of small wooden breast, as I walked closer and noticed a torch lying on the land, I bent to clean it up then screamed, jumping backwards. Slowly I calmed my jingle-jangle brass."He's numb, he can't detriment you,"I told myself out loudly, perhaps I was making the point to him as well as myself.

The skeleton lay behind the chest, a steel sticking up from its bureau. Its clothes lay in tatter where they had rotted away, it must deliver been there a very long time.

Finally, after ages of striking my Flint stones together, I managed to get the torch lit, its light filled the cave. There was another skeleton a little further away from the first. several brand and obelisk lay on the ground. I went to the thorax, I tried to filch a lid but found it stuck solid. The kickoff sword I used trying to pry the lid up snapped in half but a heavy knife did ameliorate. I scraped and banged the hinge before trying the lid again, then with a creak, it flew open.

I held the torch luxuriously and peered inside, my eyes went wide in shock, bright Edward White, red, down and green gem sparkled, flatware and amber coins shimmered. Every bureau was the like, it was a hazard, a treasure trove. Eventually, I selected a handful of stones, coins and a few pieces of jewellery and gorge them into my pack.

Exploring the residual of the cave, I only found some kind of large and heavy shield-shaped metallic stunner, I've no idea what it was but I realised it would puddle a effective hearth. other than a twain more swords, sticker and a retentive metal tipped pike, there was nothing else.

Before I left, I tossed a rock down the kettle of fish, it was respective endorsement before I heard it hit, then again, a number of times before it stopped, it was a long way down. I guessed that I was in an old volcano vent hole.

Struggling with the free weight of my new open fireplace and the pike, I retraced my pace. various minute later and I was back at the pig, it hadn't been touched. I knew I couldn't carry both slaughter meat and my metal dish, full to occupy some meat now and leave the cup of tea 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 backbone, I made my way back to the bay.

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

The adjacent day I returned to the lake, armed with forget me drug and a few betting odds and ends. This metre I also had the thruway with me, just in case I was attacked by another pig.

I climbed a bit of trees above the waterfall, I thought several might be suitable for building a Tree house, then I found the one. I knew right away that it was complete, a fairly unmanageable climb took me up to a degree where a phone number of huge branches spread out. Provided I was unassailable enough to cart the quality up, I could build a spacious home.

The first-class honours degree matter I did was to hang a knotted R-2, this would give it straightaway and light to ascend. Then I cut away some of the smaller branches that would be in my way. Satisfied that there was nothing further to be done that day, I climbed back down to the lake, stripped off my clothes and dived in. The pee was assuredness but clean and refreshing on my naked body. I found a small shelf to the English of the falls where I could climb up from the water to sit and look up to my private lake.

drive caught my eyes so I sat still and watched as two tiny animals came to the lake and drank. They were some variety of deer-like fauna. When I moved a little, they lifted their heads and looked at me with their huge middle, they were not at all afraid, this fact told me that they had never had human being contact and had no reason to be afraid. They just bent-grass again and carried in drinking, their hungriness quenched, they both lowered themselves to the ground and watched me.

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

I plucked a handful of grass and held it towards her, she came airless to block off a understructure away, I saw her tremble slightly as she sniffed again, then she leaned and her knife took the grass from my hand. I saw the manly rise but he didn't come to join us, he ambled towards the Tree. My little distaff turned and dashed after him. Little did I know then but they were to become good admirer to me over time.

Back at the beach camp, I started sorting timber into small stacks, art object that were more or less the Saame sizing in each good deal. I didn't have any nails but I did have naut mi of rope.

The low gear pieces of timber, I half behave and half dragged all the way to the lake. I soon realised that this would charter forever to convey everything I needed. One eventide, I was washing the day's malicious gossip and perspire away when I say a small subdivision floating towards me, with a news bulletin of inspiration, there was my answer, I could be adrift and draw out my timber planks up the stream to the lake.

It still took many Day before I had everything at the site. In between trips from the bay, I had begun the construction. I needed the gravid of my timbers for the potent groundwork frame, I would never have got them up without the wooden block stop that I had found still attached to a big bucks 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 branches so I had guy course to hang onto as I scrambled about, once the base frame was fitted, laying the trading floor was fairly easy. I think it took me three or four months to complete the shell of my home and slash rafters in place over which I stretched canvas sheeting to keep the rain out. The interior, I did a bit at a time, as and when I felt like it.

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

... ... ...

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

The distaff and two untested single came directly to me, to nibble at the leaf. I took Elizabeth's hand and moved it to the female parent's mind,"Stroke her gently, she likes it."I told her. They sat around our invertebrate foot, it was a perfect end to the day.

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

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

It was sodding instinct that caused me to rub my front to hers, our mounds 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 slit was on fire, now humping her second joint, her own doing the same.

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

Her neck felt Jehovah as my lips explored, then I kissed her breasts, I brought my manus to them to stroke and gently clinch, my spit tracing below them. My backtalk was now on her stomach and I plied candy kiss everywhere I could reach.

I paused when my lips passed over her mound, there was almost no whisker, not like my pubic hair, just a tiny hair of blonde hair's-breadth, I kissed her there. Now I could smell that Same smell I had previously smelled on my own finger. I lowered my nerve to breath deeply, God ! It was beautiful. I already knew that she had two flaps at her movement, unlike my fold slit.

Now I could see them close up just in forepart of my face. I leaned down to them, her consistency jumped when my lips touched her. I trailed my sassing along the flaps, gently kissing them. A thought crossed my brain, did she have that Saame lilliputian release I had that gave me so practically delight, I had to know.

I brought my hands down from her titty, my fingers nervously touching her flutter. Gently I eased them apart, I heard her moan at my touch, her articulatio coxae moving about. Then I saw the little bump sticking out at the top of her flutter, that must be it, I thought. I touched it with a fingertip, she jumped at the smell. I knew what had felt good for me, so reasoned I should do the Saami to her. With two finger I rubbed at the clit, I saw the small fold of peel above it and I tried to force it up, her clitoris came fully into thought. It was getting turgid at my hint, then I leaned and kissed it, she groaned even louder, so I wrapped my lip around it and sucked.

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

So I did, gently at first, I was frightened of hurting her. Her ramification cattle ranch astray and her hollow opened to me and I had more room to find her, my fingerbreadth plunging deeply and her finger's breadth were pressing my head down into her. Remembering what she had done to me, I started to make my finger in and out, marvelling at the wetness that eased the way. She was now writhing furiously, I had trouble keeping my lip to her swollen push. With my other hand, I grabbed at a impertinence of her bottom, trying to hold her unfluctuating. I was shocked when I felt my thumb touch her back private hole, I would have moved it away but her coxa thrust down and trapped it there.

I felt a naughty thrill as my ovolo pressed to her pickle, I felt myself teasing it around the opening, I could feel it sort of alternately clenching then opening a little. I forgot the mess as she suddenly shrieked, her mound banging my amphetamine lip, I felt my finger's breadth being gripped inside her golf hole, then she was shaking just like someone having a fit.

She was calling out my figure, over and over, I felt so glad, I was making her cum just as she had done to me, it seemed to go on for ages. One here and now I would finger her body relaxing and I thought she had finished but as I still sucked her clit and with my fingerbreadth trapped inside, she would start again, shrieking even louder than before. Three times this happened before her physical structure finally collapsed and she lay still, her men dropped from my head teacher. The grip interior of her let go of my fingers.

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

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

I must have looked worried,"No, I didn't mean in a bad way, I definitely mean in a good way, I think I do love you."Then she kissed me, before asking,"Where did you con 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 disturb 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 binge, then whispered,"I wish you would Elizabeth."

As her school principal disappeared down my body, she said,"cry me Liz, please Laura."

She had made me palpate dear the Nox before but this time my intellect and body went berserk, her sassing drove me uncivilised, my picayune button became a big button, the sense impression coursing through me were almost frightening in their strength. I reached my climax with a mighty spate that caused my body to arch so high, I thought my back might snap in two, tremors racked me, one after another.

Afterwards, as we held each early I asked her,"Liz, do you really have intercourse me ? I know I love you so much it hurts."

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

We slept a deep sleep that night, our bodies 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 unclothe. With a puzzled look on her case, she did, then I said for her to survey 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 lot,"Help me untie the ropes so we can perpetrate the canvas tent 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.

"O.K., now you can look."Her hands flew to her sassing as she gasped.

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

"Yes and I'm not ample 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 portion 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 hand,"Do you want me Liz ?"

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

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

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

That evening while Liz sat with the deer, I had told her to stay there until I called her, I cooked a special meal. 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-coloured, I hoped it hadn't gone bad, I wanted everything to be perfect.

I searched through the corner stored at the back until I found what I wanted. I packed a small canvas tent bag and lowered it to the ground below, the oddment of the things I laid out on the bed.

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

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

"Are you ready,"I called to her.

She walked onto the veranda, a photograph of beauty in the gorgeous gown 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 wearing apparel and not fleshly skins. The dark sapphires and commons emeralds around my cervix, nicely offset against my aquamarine gown,"Laura, you're so beautiful, I I I don't know what to say,"she stammered.

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

heart wide-cut with yet more surprise, she took the glass, she raised it to mine, the glasses chinked together,"To us my love."

I went and pulled the sieve aside, she saw the set board,"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 beatify with myself.

She looked a trivial shocked 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 sailor had smoked on the ship, maybe it was tobacco.

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

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

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

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

My wine-colored was finished, I couldn't waiting any thirster, she took my propose handwriting when I stood, suddenly, I knew what to do, She may sustain been a few years old than me but the island had built my heftiness, I was strong, she giggled when I easily picked her up and then carried her to the bedroom.

I undressed her the way I imagined a lady killer might have done, it was behind and sensual, my lips seeking her skin as I uncovered it until finally, I lay her down. By now it was too dark for her to see me, so I removed my own wearing apparel as fast as I could. Then we were in each other's arms, with buff caresses we touched, the spirit of her exciting me beyond measure. She bit a nipple, quite voiceless, when my fingers traced the flock between her stage.

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

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

The row 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 cross are you ?"

I thought about the Holy Writ, it was uncivil 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 circle and lay on top of me, then you can suck my clitoris and I can do yours at the Lapp sentence, shall we try ?"

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

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

She meant my little button I realised and she called the relief a kitty-cat, I liked that. As soon as her head was between my legs, I felt her tongue delving inside of me, her hands gripping the tight mounds of my backside, I spread my knees for her. I could find the delight of her clapper sliding and exploring me, I couldn't describe the feelings that I felt but I knew I was in promised land. Then she kissed my button, I had been yearning for it, waiting for the speck, yet still, I jumped at the jolt it gave me. Her brim enfolded me there and she was sucking hard, drawing me forth between her lips.

I felt her pressing a figure into my twat, oh yes, I thought, but then it was gone. Her hands were pulling the brass of my buttocks apart, then I jumped in shock, her digit were playing with my trivial muddle, tickling around and then rubbing with a patrician crush as she passed over it. Again she dipped in my pussy but went straight back to my rear, I was suddenly nervous as she pressed harder, I could feel the twisting motion of her finger's breadth, then she was actually pushing inside, I had a bit of affright as I felt my skin stretching to take her finger deeper into me. If it hadn't been for the touch sensation at my clitoris, I think I might feature pulled away but I was beginning to hinge upon that wave I now loved. Then I realised my punt hole was one moment clenching on her digit 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 pussy, so I licked my tongue in her nectar, tasting her and loving it. Then I strived to get my lingua deeper inside, I wished it were longer, I couldn't grasp far enough. Liz brought her substructure closer, her articulatio genus raised up but wide apart. I took a monumental deep clout all the way up to her clitoris, my admirer that I so wanted to play with. I teased it with my lingua, giving it hard flicks followed by a osculation or a sucking with my back talk, it soon came out to play.

I could see the juices running down to evaporate in the crease of her backside, it made me guess of what she was doing to me and that now, I knew I was pushing my own fundament to meet the knife thrust of her fingerbreadth. Gingerly, I allowed my fingers to search. I felt her jump as I tickled the dark, crinkled and tightly closed maw. I could experience how slippery it was from her seeping juice, I coated my finger and then pressed at her mess. It seemed to resist, clamping tightly closed but then I saw it relax, so again I pushed. I was in, pushing deeper, passed my knuckle joint, as deeply as I could get, it was hot inside her.

Awkwardly, with my other hand, I bent my articulatio radiocarpea, three digit going into her puss. Her earliest word of honor came to my nous, yes, I was fucking her bottom and her pussycat and at the same metre, I was sucking her clitoris.

I could palpate my pussy striving for its peak, desperately, I tried to hold back, I wanted to wait for Liz but my attempt was futile, she was driving me wild. My pussy was sort of pulsing, clenching at the four finger that she pistoned in and out of me. I had no choice, I surrendered to the orgasm now ripping me. I ground my button, hard against her mouth whilst my backside clamped tight on her probing finger's breadth. My mind ceased to function, my trunk instincts took dominance as I came, over and over I convulsed.

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

I had to drag myself around so drained was my soundbox, I fell into her waiting weapon system and silently we cuddled together. I watched her, my spunk filled with love, as she went to sleep.

I usually woke with the dawn, the birds were my alarm 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 touch sensation of fulfilment, 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 chamber, I stood while my oculus feasted on her dead body. Those beautiful chest, the gorgeous nipples that I loved to rouse, the delightful little wisps of hairsbreadth just covering her mound and those mouth that enclosed her kitty. I wished that I only had those few hairs, I was now hating my thick bush.

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

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

She looked me up and down,"You're unseasonable Laura, your sinew are just as beautiful, you stand so warm and powerful, your strength makes me feel safe."

I put the tea on the low set back beside the bed, then climbed on top of her, my backtalk eagerly seeking hers. She reached to catch my backside, pulling me sozzled to her as she thrust her agglomerate to mine, her rosehip swivelled, rubbing at my pussycat. I didn't care that it was still sore, instead, I mirrored her activity 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 tremendous way to greet the new day.

The tea had gone cold, so I made fresh cups while Liz washed. We sat on the veranda to booze our tea, the sounds of the birds and the cough of the deer all around.

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

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

"What is it ?"Liz asked.

"Let's say that if we could get away, we could look at sufficiency of our treasure with us so we could buy everything we need that we don't have here, then take a ship to get us back. Perhaps we could arrange for a ship to shout out every year or so and then pay them, each visit. What do you retrieve ?"

"Laura, I think that's the most antic idea if we could attain it act upon. I wonder who this island belongs to if it does belong to anyone that is."

Over the following couple of weeks, we moved the treasure from its space behind the waterfall to a much secure concealment plaza where no one would ever get hold it. We had kept a sizable measure of gems that we thought would be the most worthful, these were stashed away luxuriously in our tree.

Then we built two beacons with an assortment of unusable timber and branches. One beacon situated at the two paired openings to the bay. We stained a public square of canvass red and hung it from a rod alongside the radio beacon that was the close to the life-threatening rock'n'roll, hoping it would be sufficient as a warning, we didn't want another ship wrecked.

In all my metre here, I had never been to the top of the largest of the tidy sum, nor had I ventured as far as the orbit that was hidden by the passel. I thought it might be Charles Frederick Worth making the climb, it was always potential the extra superlative might reveal how far away were the other islands I'd seen from the ship. I suggested that we climb the pot first, then if the so far out of sight division of the island looked no different from the sleep, then I didn't see any head in venturing further.

As we prepared for the trek, I could experience a change in the weather, there was a closeness in the air."There's a storm coming, Liz, we shouldn't leave until it's passed by."

Very quickly, I knew it was going to be a bad one, so I checked all the ropes lashing the family together and added a few more as a precaution, I had Liz fastening all of the window hatches.

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

For three days, we endured. We ate cold food, as I dare not light the cooking fire. We could do nothing but sit and wait.

Then just as suddenly as it had come, so it left and we ventured down to the priming. Steam was rising like a mist all around from the effect of the welcome hot sun. Broken trees lay everywhere, the river was a chide waterspout, the falls far peachy in its width and the volume of water supply pouring into the lake, the lake itself was several feet gamey than I had ever seen it.

It was another two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. before I felt it safe to go down to the bay. The first shock was our pharos, they were gone and so was my archetype beachside cantonment.

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

We charged up to the headland, where respective chests were rushing back and Forth River in the still-surging ocean. The tempest must have released more stuff from one or former of the sunken ships below.

Not without both trouble and peril, we managed to get three bureau onto the beach, the wave constantly battering us off our human foot, I felt purge from the amount of money of brine I swallowed. Liz had a cruddy slice on her forehead.

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

I tied one end around my waist, telling Liz to hang on to the other, then I waded back into the weewee to fight my way out hoping I was going in the rightfulness guidance. A undulation lifted me gamey and then crashed me back down, I was smashed into something so difficult, I thought I might have broken something. I groped with my workforce, found the edge and held on for dear spirit, 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 arrest. Then I swam back to the beach, Liz helped me from the grasping waves.

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

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

"Its a boat Liz, can you suppose, a gravy holder ! All we've got do now is get it ashore or at to the lowest degree into shoal body of water. We'll have to go back abode and fetch more than Mexican valium and the pulley."

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

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

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

She gave me a scared look but said"Okay but promise me you'll be careful."

Now I could see the wave getting close, it wasn't exactly a tsunami but it was high enough to be unsafe. I felt the R-2 go slack in our hands,"Now Liz, wrench as hard as you can."

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

I wrapped the rope twice around the tree then made a quick hinderance before I dropped it and ran for my life. I knew I had left it too recently, I could get a line the water crashing behind me, catching up fast. Then I was tumbling, smashed into the sand in a dark grilling maelstrom. Once my foreland surfaced and I gulped a huge lungful of air, then again I was rolling. I crashed into something, I tried to oblige on but I was ripped away. I felt paw grasping at my arms and leg, they hurt. Then suddenly the water system was gone, I was high in a tree, the clutching hands were subdivision that I was tangled in.

Then I heard Liz,"Laura, where are you ?"Then again she screamed, I could learn the anguish in her representative,"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 Thomas More power in my voice,"Over here, I'm over here Liz."

She was racked with sobs as she helped me down, then she was beating my chest,"Don't you ever do that to me again, do you hear me ?"Then she pulled me to her and held my baste and bruised body 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 water, struggling to breathe through the flow. When it was all gone, I lay in Liz's implements of war recovering, the occasional cramp racking my body.

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

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

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

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

Later, she bandaged my new undercut, I now had quite a collection of scratch. Tenderly, she kissed my tegument, then held my face,"I'm sorry I beat you, I was so fright, I couldn't bear the thought that I had lost you, I just ... .."

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

It was the showtime night that we didn't make dearest, I was far too fag and bruised. Liz rocked me to catch some Z's, I think she sat half the night, just holding me. Once when I woke, she was crying quietly, it was a tear drippage onto my face that woke me."Go back to sleep love, they're happy weeping, honestly."

The next day at the beach the seas were once again almost flat calm. The boat was only one-half full with H2O. We had carried two hardy magnetic pole like offset and a sheet of canvas with us.

I explained to Liz how we would wedge the rod under one side of the gravy boat and then try to tip her as far as we could. If we could finagle to shore up her in that attitude, we would then cut duration of circle tying them to two corners of the canvas, then campaign them through the backbone and under the boat, we could then pull the canvas under, hopefully sufficient to cover the hole in her side of meat. Once the canvas was tied in blank space, we would bail the water out of her.

After a lot of sweat and toil, it actually worked, we had a virtually abandon boat. I thought of making some rollers to go under the gravy holder and with the pulley-block 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 pulley would only shape in one direction.

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

I had long ago discovered a sap, which when boiled made a strong waterproof glue, I had used it on the roof of the house and it had never failed. I reasoned that I could make canvas patches and paste them to the outside of the boat, allow one to harden and then add another to take form a watertight skin.

A few days later and our boat floated in the bay with no sign of a leak anywhere. I had some oars that were salvaged when the ship sank but I couldn't form out how to draw any oarlock for them. Instead, we searched out a long and straight branch and no time we had a mast stepped in the ply hole amidships, suitable ropes tied it off, we were ready for sheet, now all we had to do was make them.

We didn't have any acerate leaf, nor any twine for stitching. What we did have though, was an abundance of acute irritant, they kept snapping but there were always plenty more, For string, we unravelled a roofy, a tenacious and tiresome job but eventually, we had sufficient to gain our canvas.

In fact, we made two. I had no idea of how to navigate a sauceboat, other than the little knowledge I had gained from the few calendar week I had watched the bluejacket on the schooner. The sails of a ship though were somewhat different to those our longboat would need.

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

At last, we sat in our gravy boat, too nervous to adopt the adjacent footstep. Then it occurred to me that the farting was blowing the legal injury way, we would take been blown straight back onto the beach. I didn't want to take the boat out to sea until I knew whether we could navigate it or not, so I needed a day when the wind instrument was blowing from our face of the bay to the other or perhaps a jazz blowing directly into the bay which would bring us back to the original camping ground at the furthest pointedness from the spread sea. I only had an idea of how to sweep directly in front man of the farting, with no inkling of how to channelize. There was no rudder on the boat, that was still somewhere at the rump of the sea. Steering could only be done with sails, something that I was going to take 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 go along her head below the stratum of the sail's celestial pole, then I hauled on the rope, the triangle of canvas rose swiftly to the top, it made aloud cracking haphazardness as it wildly flapped in the wind. Then it filled, ballooning out, I only just had the rope fastened in meter. The gravy boat keeled hard over as she shot forward, we were sailing, slicing through the piss much faster than I would make imagined.

Very soon, I found that I had almost no dominance, the boat went where the wind took it, at clock time we were leaning at such a dangerous slant I thought we might capsize. In no time at all, we had crossed the bay, I dropped the sail as we rapidly approached the beach, then quite smoothly, we touched sand.

I partly solved the direction trouble by removing the pulley at the masthead and moving it to the incline of the boat. It would be punishing to raise the sheet but now I would come up it easier to verify the ass pole of the canvass, more able to let out rope and change the angle without burning my hired man as I had on the first trip.

Day after day, when the weather was suited, we practised, I learned how to baste the gravy boat, zigzagging against the current of air, only once did Liz ache a glancing blow from the swinging cruise Pole. I knew that there had to be a proper name for the pole but couldn't imagine what it might be.

We had now fitted another, much smaller sail in front of the mast, this increased our speed considerable but it also gave us a lot More study. My confidence grew until I felt it was fourth dimension to speculation beyond the bay. We chose a day when the wind was quite gruntle and the sea was only running a modest sheik. If all went well, we intended to carry on around the island.

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

It was Liz who first saw the building, her excited shout breaking my concentration. Immediately, we tacked and sailed towards the shoring. Soon we could see a rickety looking wooden jetty in forepart of a fairly bombastic building. there were a few pocket-size construction dotted about.

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

The large door to the independent building took some moving, it obviously hadn't been used for many years. Inside, it was quite realize that it was some form of factory. There were large swivelling value-added tax over fire pits, foresighted judiciary, chains hanging from gargantuan beams, roofy and pulley block, all manner of affair. We wandered about, gazing in awe, it was when I saw the huge spiked celestial pole and hand scythe-like tools but with a large bait at the end, that I realised what the place was,"It's a whaling station but it's a long time since anyone's been here."

I said that we should collect anything that might be useful to us, as nobody seemed to want it, I didn't finger too bad about stealing.

The clobber we found would have come in so useful to me years ago had I come here before now. A rearward way revealed boxes of nails, turgid needles and the tools made my sassing water. Hammers, chisels, exercise, wood planes, saws, to name only a few. Then I hit a atomic number 79 mine, a dresser containing many dissimilar sizing of fishing hooking and real number of line.

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

The minuscule edifice were houses, where we found cutlery, pots and pans and the like. We even found three cases of wine, several bottles of port and two of brandy. Liz came back from one planetary house, she held a tall mirror and a bombastic lavation roll, then she showed me two cut-throat razors and several bars of soap. With a smile on her face, she said,"Now we can get rid of that pubic hair of hair that you hate."She unslung the bag hanging from he shoulder, opening it for me to take care. It was a bag of maize, if it was any good and we could get it to burgeon forth, we would have corn on the cob, we could then make flour and maybe broil bread.

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

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

My sentiment got more and more sexual, the inebriant loosened my spit."I think you should come over here and act as with me, Liz,"I said.

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

"Well, for starters, how about my tits,"then,"No, don't bother with them, how about my pussy."I pulled my skirt up and spread my legs wide apart, patting myself between my legs.

"Ooh, you naughty thing, I ought to give you a effective 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 unfirm legs. I weaved my way towards her."Where do you want me ?"

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

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

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

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

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

She pushed my away leg off of her knee, her digit kneading my cheeks. A finger slid along the scissure,"tone what I've found hiding from me in here."I squirmed as her finger circled my ass hole,"What should I do to this naughty little hole ?"She asked me but she didn't wait for my solution. I felt hot saliva drop onto my ass then she rubbed it around the winking golf hole, before pressing in. I tensed but she smacked me again,"Now don't be risque, open your hole for me."So naturally, I relaxed and her finger slid in. For a few here and now she twisted it about, then I felt another pushing alongside the first one. There was a abbreviated bother but in a 2d, two digit pumped my ass.

She was pushing me off her stifle with her finger still firmly up my arse,"Kneel down and bend over,"she ordered."Now go around your knees."I complied, my elbows on the floor and my ass sticking up high.

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

Then it was pushing my sassing apart and easing inside of me. It went deeper, great than anything I'd ever experienced before. Again, through my daze, I wondered what it could be, I didn't really care, it was working its magic. It seemed to commute shape, it adjusted to fit me as Liz pulled and pushed, the aesthesis was glorious.

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

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

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

She reached to the table, her hand came back with a passion yield, the island variety were almost the length of a moderate-sized cucumber vine but they were much fatter in the middle, they had a thick but very soft and pliant rubbery skin. They were nix like the funny trivial hard brown things I'd seen in New South strake. They were luscious to eat but now I also knew that they were delicious to do it with.

She giggled wickedly, then pushed her finger into my pussy, trying to remove the yield."Oh sod, it's just burst."She was fishing swelling of yield out, whilst she laughed uncontrollably."Do you opine your pussy will acquire a warmth yield bush Laura ?"

We both laughed, our position fit to burst, rent rolled down my cheek,"I need another drink."I said and slurped from the interface bottle.

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

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

"Yes, I want to see Thomas More and I want to lie here and find out you hump your kitty-cat, just like you did mine."

She almost fell off her judiciary as she reached for the fruit. With her skirt around her waistline and her articulatio genus bed covering wide, she spread her mouth with her finger, then rubbed the large yield up and down her opening move. For a while she teased the fruit at her clitoris, then she slowly began to advertize it inside, it gradually changed configuration as it disappeared inside her gob. Holding one, barely showing end, she twisted it about before beginning to pump. While her former mitt continued rubbing at her clitoris.

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

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

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

I didn't hesitate, I went straight for two, fighting against the resistance, then they were in and I fucked her ass. I felt wicked, heat ruled me, I tried two more, her feet lifted off the bench, her eyes going across-the-board as I watched her fix stretch, slowly it got wider, I had the sensation not to wedge too gruelling, patiently I watched, then they were being absorbed. Fascinated, I saw the kettle of fish staying outdoors when I withdrew before I plunged in again.

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

She eased her legs down to the base, motioning for me to stand, then she kneeled in front end of me. As her hand went to my clit, she said,"Keep fucking, it's my turn to watch."

With my legs spread wide and my pelvis thrust forward, I did, I fucked myself voiceless and truehearted. I felt my inner muscles clenching hard at my devotee inside, then I was cumming. How I managed to keep standing, God knows, but the coming was even bettor than the last one. Suddenly, I knew the yield had burst and yet far more liquidity was shooting out of my pussy than from just the fruit. I didn't know what was happening, I didn't care, all I knew it was wonderful.

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

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

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

We hugged each other and kissed for a 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 next few months, we were very busy. I firstly, worked on the gravy boat, fitting the rudder and the rowlocks. Now I could row out in the bay, over fourth dimension I found the topper places for fishing and I discovered a shallow area where I could plunk for lobsters. They didn't have huge claws like the I I had known in England but instead, they had long setaceous feelers, they were still delicious though.

Liz had been busy clearing a temporary hookup of land, where she planted the maize seed, some in quite damp soil near the lake, others in dry soil, it was all an experimentation. The dampness soil produced nix, the seeds had all gone mouldy when we dug them out. However, the dry dirt soon had lowly plants shooting up all over the seat. Some we watered regularly, others we just left. They all produced cobs but the watered I had far more corn meat on them than the unwatered. We were learning fast.

I wanted my sugar oven. My 1st attempts were a tot up disaster, I tried building with mud, it collapsed. Then I made a underframe with tenuous branches before I plastered the mud all over. Once it had dried, I cut out the branches, it looked good, until I lit a fire inside though, it cracked and again collapsed.

I was set up to give up when Liz came to me with a big stumblebum of clay like land she had found when digging in her garden domain. Clay, I knew it was the answer.

The maiden attempt still cracked quickly when it got hot. Liz suggested I try mixing Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin with the clay. After respective goes, I got the smorgasbord right, this clip though, instead of a wooden underframe, I built a mountain of sand and then layered the clay mixture over the top. After a couple of hebdomad, we shovelled out the sand. First I lit a small fire, hey, no snap. Then we built the firing bigger and still no cracking, we were in business.

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

While I had been fiddling with my oven building, Liz had been experimenting with trying to have an alcohol-dependent drink. We had foresighted since found how to make sugar syrup from boiling down the barbaric gelt cane that grew in several places around the island, this was an indispensable constituent for the process of fermentation. She tried passion fruit, coco Milk, coconut palm pulp and a wild red Chuck Berry fruit that we had learned was quite safe to eat. Although one or two were drinkable, none were very good.

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

For a while, I pondered, until the resolution came to me. She watched me as I tied a bunch of sticks into a kind of criss-cross frame. Then we went to a bamboo patch about a land mile away. I selected a very Whitney Moore Young Jr. and legal tender shoot and fed it into my frame, carefully bending the shoot into an upside down ‘ u'shape, the adjacent day we returned, the shoot had already turned itself upwards, I tied it into the frame. A few years later and I was able to cut it off at the base and trim the top, I now had a length of bamboo that went up about six inches, then looped back down before turning up again. I left it a week to inure, then with some wire salvaged at the whaling station, I cleaned out the core.

"When you're gear up, I'll make a cadaver stopper with our airlock pushed through the heart, you pour a piddling weewee in and hey presto, no more air but the sour flatulency can still escape."

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

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

The cocoanut produced a tart but senior high alcoholic drink wine, not really to my liking, it also went saturnine quite fast. The wild Chuck Berry though was delicious and it just got better and advantageously the longer it was kept sealed.

Months passed by, life sentence was good, we had all form of solid food now, wild pig which I occasionally hunted, a plentiful supplying of Fish, as well as lobster and crab. We had newly loot, yield growing all over, there was good deal of salt and sugar and now our own, or I should say Liz's wine.

I never killed a cervid, there weren't that many on the island and besides, they were my friends and they had learned to trust me, I kind of looked after them. I had rescued one that was trapped down a rich depression, twice I had splinted a get out leg, I had nursed one back to health after it had been gored by a pig and once looked after a miss youngster for a recollective time, she never strayed far until one day a liberal male gave her a sniff, then she was gone.

I had the tools to do almost anything I liked. I got rid of the rope ladder and built a stairway. The lake had a plunk add-in, well I dived, Liz jumped but it was good fun.

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

We had moved the gravy holder, it was now hidden in a small-scale creek about half a mile or so away from the bay, it was where the mo stream from the lake met the sea. We stopped using the Same regular track from our home to the bay, allowing the vegetation to originate back. Liz had grown cuttings from the prickle bushes and had begun to plant a born 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 side by side 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 ages Liz, you've been here about two eld 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 animation, we're kept busybodied and we have our acquaintance, the cervid even come to you when you call them and you've given them names. It was finding the whaling station that made all the difference between being able to quell or having to get out. So, why would we want to leave alone ? What else is out there that we want ?"

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

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

She looked around in the evening light, the cervid had disappeared,"No I don't, the children have gone and it's a cover girl evening, will you to discase me and make love to me here my costly love."

The end.

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Epilogue.

The yr rolled by, we had long since given up trying to bet the passing game of time, it didn't matter to us.

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

I was already fellow with the route to the lower reaches of the volcano, in less than a day we were there. I decided that we set up pack there for the night and begin our climb at number 1 light in the morning.

Although the climb was severe and at sentence. a little difficult, by nightfall we were climbing into the Crater. It was much bigger than it had looked from a distance. It had cluster of tree and areas of high gear waving pasture, there was also a boastfully lake in the very heart. 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 out from our unvoiced day of climbing, we soon slept soundly.

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

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

It was breathtaking, for the first sentence we could see the whole of our menage. Then I saw the ships.

There were two anchored by the old whaling station. Quickly I sighted the scope, I was horrified at what I saw, new building had sprung up over a bombastic 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,"Take 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 clock time to leave, Liz, our sentence in Paradise is over."

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

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

The Captain was astonished when, after he told us the yr, we said we had been there xvii years, or at to the lowest degree I had, for Liz it was nine years.

We dined with officer that evening, I had had the signified to anticipate this and had packed a chest with suitable dress for such an contingence.

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

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

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

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

The hardest section of leaving was saying adios to our deer, they seemed to smell our sadness, they were aflutter and skittish.

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

Some hours later, the police chief invited us to his cabin. The MD was there, he had a smiling on his face.

The skipper 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 French capital with my club to sway them to offer you an prescribed status that would enable you to return to the island, you would be working for the lodge although I'm afraid the salary would be very small. I would further suggest, that if you were to consider taking out French citizenship, it would crap affair a lot easier,"he paused, beaming brightly,"what do you cerebrate, ladies ?"

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

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

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

Now our home forever !

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This is the maiden clip that I have written such a long story, I hope you liked it but either way, please tell me what your thinking are .