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

I knew with certainty that this ship would hit those Lapp careen. They were sharp steep pinnacles that would rip the can out of her. I had once swum out there and seen them about six or a little more feet below.

They ripped into the side of the ship, gouging a hole along her length, the water supply rushed in so fast that it was a issue of seconds 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 solar day. At first, I thought there were no subsister until I saw someone swimming awkwardly towards me.

I watched from the base hit of the trees and saw the fair sex dragging herself from the weewee before she collapsed to the sand and lay still. I didn't travel a muscle, I kept watching for a augury that there might be others but I saw no one.

She was the first aliveness someone that I had seen in old age, I was happy with my animal Quaker on the island, I was scared, I now no longer knew 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 time before she stirred, I saw her struggle to a sitting spot and watched as she looked around. I could hear that she was crying as she climbed to stand on unfirm legs. She waded back into the piddle, shouting out names but only the splash of undulation on sand answered her. Then just like me, all those years ago, she sat down and sobbed.

Hesitantly, I approached her from behind, to stand and catch, uncertain of what to do next. Finally, I went finisher, I laid a manus on her shoulder joint, it was the wrong affair for me to have done, she squealed as she jumped with electric shock before turning to expect at me. Her heart were wide with fright as she took in my coming into court. My peel was a deep brown vividness, burned in by class of sun. My hair was long and Byzantine and my clothes were made from animal skins. Two large shining curling tusks hung at my thorax, I must have been a foreign wild pot to her. It didn't help that I carried a huge bow and a bag of arrow, with a blade hung at my waist.

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

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

After a while we arrived at my home, we hadn't spoken a watchword on the way. I reached for my hidden rophy, gave a tug and the rope run came tumbling down. I pointed to the ladder and she peered up with a puzzled looking at on her face, there was nada to see from the dry land, just a ladder disappearing into buddy-buddy foliage.

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

She came up to gaze in awe at what she saw, my household in the trees. She stepped from the ladder, testing the base with her pes obviously timid whether or not it was safe. I sat and watched her as she walked around, taking in the furniture, tapping the paries and roof. She stopped to study the haunches of meat that hung, salted and drying.

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

I went to her, took her hired hand and led her to the bench. She watched as I struck two sway together, the arc lighting the bracken in my cooking fireplace. This was a quite large alloy dish, shield-shaped, that I had found in the mountains. It was sat on a band of Rock to prevent the Mrs. Henry Wood below from getting burned.

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

Then I heard the first articulation spoken to me in so many years,"Do you mouth English people ? Who are you ? Where do you come from ?"

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

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

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

"1864, July."

For a hour, I thought, I wasn't used to doing heart anymore,"My God, I've been here eight years then. Do you know the appointment ?"

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

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

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

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

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

Unfortunately, they were sadly disillusioned, it wouldn't be long before they both wished that they had never seen the place. fever was rife, food for thought was often scarce with very little choice, convicts and colonist were both a constant reason of hassle. All in all, for them, it was like a hell on earth.

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

Father had decided, that rather than us taking the traditional route back, via South Africa's Cape of good Bob Hope, that we would take a ship to Hawaii, spend a few hebdomad there before travelling on to California, then overland before to then display board another ship back to England, the whole thing just sounded so adventurous to me.

The Golden Eagle was a beautiful three-masted schooner with utterly masses of brainy Stanford White sails. I even had my own cabin, albeit, it was small and cramped what with the guff, one cupboard and a wash basin but it was mine and I was over the moon.

I didn't much like the police chief, he was very ill-humored, bordering on downright rude when he even deemed to serve a interrogative sentence from any of the passengers. I could clearly see my founder bristling whilst striving to hold his humor. I soon realised that the Captain was more concern in his cargo than he was in a gang of unwished-for passengers. There were two former house besides my own, ten of us all told.

We hauled our linchpin and set sail on a beautiful cheery day, sailor flying all over the tackle and the masts in response to the master's orders, sails clapped in a thunderous holler as they were unfurled before catching the wind instrument. By evening we were well cleared of the bay and gallery in an easterly direction.

During the succeeding two calendar week, we called at several islands, I can't remember all their names now but they included, New Caledonia so called by skipper Saint James the Apostle Cook the famous IE, he was the first European to land there and he named it after a post in Scotland.

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

The weather was still fine and cheery when we left Fiji, but the Captain was complaining that there was not enough wind to continue the sails filled, he had every possible inch of sail spread but still, we only seemed to be creeping along. Then on the instant day, the lead dropped away to naught and we were completely becalmed. The water system was like a glass mirror, not a single rippling disturbed the open of the sea. A thick mist appeared as if from nowhere, enveloping the ship.

The followers day, the Captain had two longboats lowered, farseeing rophy snaking from them to the ship. Each had ten sweating sailors toiling at their oars as they attempted to proceed some way on the ship. To me, it seemed quite wasted, as they made hardly any divergence to our progress.

All day and into the dark they rowed, with just an occasional pause to swap crews. The pitiful tire out psyche struggled to rise aboard, they were so tired.

In the forenoon, I overheard father saying to my female parent that he felt there was fuss brewing. The gang were not happy with their lot. But the Captain appeared to be oblivious to their plight and simply kept on driving them. He even had one man flogged who had refused to go back in the boats, so bad were the blisters on his hands.

On the fourth day, a gentle duck soup began to flap the sails and once more we were moving but still only very slowly. The chieftain did not recall the gravy boat, still, the men dipped and pulled at their oars.

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

My father had overheard one of the policeman saying that because of the mist, they had been ineffectual to ask a sighting and consequently, they had no approximation exactly where we were and they weren't certain what island it might be that the picket had sighted. Soon it became patent that there were in fact, a bit of very small islands becoming visible, with just one fairly large one.

Meanwhile, the wind had improved to go quite a stiff pushover and I noticed the ship had altered its course and was now heading for the expectant of the islands.

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

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

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

I'm not sure how it happened but I heard the loud collapse followed by wow and shouts. Two gun barrel had come loose and crashed back down into the sauceboat below. They killed one man and seriously injured another before smashing a vast trap in the bottom of the gravy holder. It sank very fast as the skimmer scrambled for safety.

The Captain had two more men tied up for flogging, he blamed them for the going of a boat, he didn't seem at all concerned for the dead or wound men.

The gang stood in surly silence as the first of the two men were fastened to a grate but a grumble of noise began to swell as the bosun raised his party whip. He paused to look at the Captain,"Carry out your duty,"the maitre d'hotel snapped at him. The lash fell, scourging the man's back as he screamed before it fell again and again.

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

Then I heard a shooting iron stab, the Saame youth lieutenant from the longboat had fired at three men who had rushed the bosun and grabbed a cargo deck of his lash. I heard the Captain shouting"Cease firing"but it was too recent, the crew went berserk, attacking any officer in mountain. More snapshot rang out and men screamed as I could get word feet charging along the deck above me. Then, just as suddenly it went quiet.

I could get a line my mother and another woman weeping through the thin rampart that divided our cabins. My female parent was shouting my male parent's gens before she went, still shouting, up to the pack of cards. I heard her squall his epithet again, then she was sobbing.

The door to my cabin crashed spread out and from my hiding place beneath the bunk, I heard person enter before leaving with a curse. There were more than wow from the neighbouring cabins, followed by shooting iron shots, then the two other wife were dragged away. I was alone as it went tranquility below decks.

I crept from my hidey-hole and peaked out of my cabin, zilch moved but I almost screamed out loud at the sight of the two dead men lying in the passageway. It was the husbands of the two cleaning woman that had been taken away.

I snatched up the expectant dagger that one was holding, I wasn't exactly sure as shooting what I intended doing with it but it seemed to help calm my nerve. I crept quietly along the passage, ignoring the first ladder that we usually used, I could hear the boozy shouts just above me. When I reached a second base ravel, more to the aft of the ship, I slowly stole up, one gentle footmark at a sentence. I poked my head over the rim of the hatch and to my relief, there was no one nearby.

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

I almost screamed when I saw my Father lying on the pack of cards covered in blood, I was sure he was dead.

There was a warm smell of rum in the air, coming from two bbl that the sailors kept filling their fall guy from. I watched as one weaved towards my mother, he offered her a boozing from his mug but she spat at him, he slapped her hard across the side and then jammed a mitt between her stage while he laughed at her.

Others cheered him on as his hands began to unfasten his knickerbockers. He let them come down to his ankles and his huge penis sprung into view standing out like a canon in front line of him. He moved his trunk forward, his penis pushing between my mother's second joint. I saw take heed lean towards him as he pushed but her assailant got a shock when her rima oris enclosed his nose, he screamed as she bit the end of his nose off, blood spurting everywhere as he staggered away.

Another man ran at my mother, his fist connecting with her chin. I saw her head drop as she was knocked unconscious. A red rage came over me, I didn't wait to recall but I jumped from my hiding spot with the dagger in my bridge player and charged the man who was also now lowering his rear of tube. Before I reached him, a number of the crew began shouting loudly when they saw me, I clearly heard one,"There be the petty wench we bin looking for."

I raised my dagger high as I neared and took a mighty swing down at him. The shouts from his first mate made him release his head towards me, he took a one-half pace backwards, this causing my downwardly twinge to leave out his body, the impulse of my swing carried on down and then his member was wiggling on the deck of cards, neatly severed by my dagger.

Men were now rushing in a batch to charm me, I swerved aside, stabbing wildly as I ran but there was nowhere to run to. I found myself trapped in the bows as they now cautiously came nearer, several were carrying heavy wooden belaying pins. In despair, I searched for an escape valve but there was none. As the first handwriting grabbed at me, I stabbed again and then I turned and heaved myself up the railing to then leap into the sea below.

I pushed the dagger inside my blouse and began swimming as hard as I could towards the good shore which was perhaps two hundred K away. I felt myself tiring as I heard the splash of oars behind me and the shouts encouraging the rowers to tear harder.

They were closelipped by the time I felt Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin beneath my feet. With a last spate of vigour, I forced myself to my feet, wading the in conclusion few fundament to the beach. As I ran I could hear the yell getting ever closer, then I felt a bridge player snatching at my blouse, I twisted away and saw him trip-up and fall heavily to the sand.

I was now gasping for breath, I thought they would see me but my luck held, suddenly I was into the trees, curses only fundament behind. The thorns tore at my clothing and skin, I was bleeding as I ran into the almost impenetrable barrier. My fundament hit something severely and I fell to the primer coat, immediately I saw my escape, there was a metrical unit or so beneath the thorns and the ground, on hands and knees I scurried forwards. I was rewarded by the receding speech sound of their shouts and curses.

I reached a small hollow and rolled myself in where I lay striving to respire deeply and chill out my shatter boldness. I was desperately afraid and wanted to get advance away but I had no strength left to locomote.

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

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

One, who appeared to be leading the group, called for quiet. I heard him orient out that they were now mutineers and murderer, it was time to forget about the girl and get away to somewhere safe. Some argued, that a little longer in searching for the vernal virgin wouldn't injury. But eventually, they put it to the vote and decided they would leave in the sunup. Once decided, they got down to hearty eating and drinking.

A yoke of hours 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 off matter I came across was a shooting iron arrant with gunpowder pouch, quietly I lifted it away from beside its owner. Then I found a sword, large and laboured. There was still a big hank of pork wall hanging by the dying flak, I cut it away before quickly making my way along the beach, I was looking for a better path inland, a way to avoid the thorns.

It was then that I saw the tracks left by the body of water gang earlier, so I turned and followed them in the Moon. They led between huge 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 current quenched my thirst.

The early light filtering down through the limb woke me. I sat and listened for an age but heard zip except for the confidential information which had risen in the early hr. I followed the footfall back to the beach, they were gone, the beach was empty, large wafture dashed ashore.

I saw the last boat being winched aboard, then I saw bodies being thrown over the side. A light patch later, the sails were being unfurl. As the wind instrument took hold, I could see the backbone leaving the water to be pulled aboard, the ship leaned with the wind and then she was moving fast towards the entrance of the bay.

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

Soon she would be hidden by the headland out of my sight. Then I saw her uprise up as if lifted by a obscure hand, even with the winding and length, I still heard the mighty clangor of breaking quality as she crashed back down. The ship lifted once to a greater extent, then she was leaning over for a brief moment before with a stumble, the ship turned right over. It seemed only seconds before she was gone, not a sign of her remained.

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

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

The tempest lasted two daytime, during which time I shivered, seeking shelter where I could, until at last, the sun broke through the clouds and the idle words went away. At the beach, waves still lashed onto the Baroness Dudevant. The beach was littered with all fashion of matter washed up from the bury ship. instinct told me to gather whatever I found, I soon had several down well clear of the water.

Then I noticed the bodies, a little promote along. The foremost was Mrs Peterson, one of the former passenger, then I found my female parent and Fatherhood, strangely lying side by face on the sand at the water's border. The water had cleaned the blood away and somehow in death, they looked peaceful, it helped me through my grief.

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Here, I stopped my floor, the storage too brilliant 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 hands stroking my tomentum as I let the years of hidden grief come pouring out.

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

I heated water before softly bathing her weaponry. She must have 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 wearing apparel creaked with their stiffness, she didn't object as I struggled to unfasten the push of her dress.

I lowered it off her shoulders then took my cloth to her neck, lifting her hair's-breadth as I washed. The two thin strap that held her berth up fell down her weapons system and it dropped to her waist, I washed her back. For the first prison term in my life, I found myself marvelling at another's soundbox, no wonder really, she was beautiful and her skin was so soft.

I finished her back and without sentiment, I moved around to her front as I rinsed the cloth. When I raised my eyes I froze, her tit were there, rightfulness in movement of my eyes, they were prominent 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 teat stiffen and grow as washed them, I wondered what had caused it, it wasn't cold.

I motioned for her to stand then eased her unbendable clothes to the storey, my laundry had got slower as I studied her, for some intellect, my centre kept going back to the two flaps between her legs. I felt her tremble as my cloth rinsed them destitute of salt, again I wondered why.

I worked down the front end of both legs, then pushed her around to face away from me again. As I washed back up, I saw her legs spread wider apart when I neared her backside. I could see the salt caked in the crack of her cheeks. With sassy piddle I rinsed her, I saw her little private hole as I worked down, soaking the salt away, then I was underneath between her legs with my cloth. My face was close to her bum, I was shocked when I had a sudden impulse to kiss her there.

In confusedness, I hastily stood. I placed the bowl on the table before gently pushing her to be given her question down so I could rinse her hair.

Once again I was staring at her hanging breasts as they swayed from English to side. I could now feel a unknown sensation running through my body. My nipples were hard and erect, dragging on my wearing apparel, there was a tingle between my legs that I had only ever noticed once before when I had watched two of my furry friends mating in the forest.

I carried the bowl away, trying to hide the growing prime I could finger on my face. I didn't understand my feelings, I felt ashamed, shocked even and yet I knew deep inside, that I had got stir looking at her body, especially her individual places.

I went and sat outside, the cool nighttime air easing me back to normality. I had no sexual experience, not even a sexual idea in my life, with a jerk, I knew that's what I was experiencing. My soundbox was responding to this woman, why ? Was it because my body had reached an age of wanting sex and Elizabeth just happened to be the only mortal available ? Or was it actually her that I was attracted to ? All I knew, was that the question and result were beyond me, I simply didn't have the experience that a pattern life history may bear given me.

When I went back inside, she was curled on my bed, fast benumbed with her backside facing me. I sat in my death chair, not wanting to look but unable to drag my eyes away. The tingle was back between my stage, almost without idea, I had pulled my short skirt to my pelvic arch before my fingers traced over my snatch beneath my mound of tomentum, with a start, I realised I was soaking, liquid was seeping out of me. It smelled strange when I sniffed at my fingers but I liked it, it seemed to pull in shiver.

My finger's breadth went back to my slit and for the first time in my biography I caressed my emerging lip, the spot felt nice. I wasn't really aware when a finger slipped between the crease of flesh until I felt the lovingness, foreign feelings now surged through me. I pushed my finger deeper, exploring new territory, searching for the source of the frisson that had now become so vivid. I almost jerked up from my chair when my fingerbreadth found a modest lump at the top of my lips. I knew instantly that I had found what I was seeking, I felt it, then caressed it between my finger and it grew larger as a fervor began to ramp up. I had no idea what was happening to me but it did find good.

My eyes were riveted to the two hummock of her backside, the little gob that I could see and the squashed brim between her leg. My consistency was consumed, something was happening, I was in nirvana. I bit my lips with my dentition so as to foreclose myself from moaning out loud, then my whole eubstance shook as instinct caused me to frantically rub at the button.

Slowly, I calmed, my body relaxing, although my legs still trembled. My judgement was in a whirl, I didn't understand what had just happened but I knew it was the most acute and beautiful affair I had ever experienced. Somehow, I knew that I had just grown up.

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

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

For some understanding, I found that I couldn't smell at her directly, I was flustered and unsure and I dare not bet her in the eye. When I stole hidden coup d'oeil I felt the tingle beginning to progress once more.

When we had cleared away, she asked me if I would persist in with my history, I needed a beguilement from my intellection, so lighten, I continued.

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For several days, I dragged timbers, ropes, chests, bite of furniture from the piss, even a cooking pot floated ashore. Two sails were the tough to drag from the water, one took me several sidereal day, I only managed by getting a bit at a time onto the hot guts, pegging it down until it dried and then pulling more from the water.

I ached from point to toe but as the days went by, I felt my heftiness hardening, my forcefulness construction. food for thought had not yet become an issue, there was batch of fruit about, coco by the hundred, some type of banana that I couldn't eat raw but they were okay baked over a flaming. There were other exotic looking fruits that I wasn't prepared to put on the line eating just yet.

When I had pulled the last of the cruise ashore, I found a number of Fish caught up in the fold, one or two looked quite awful, with vicious thorn and large snapping teeth, these I let go. But others looked like what I thought of as convention Pisces the Fishes and these I found to be delicious once I got the knack of how to cook them right.

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

I had been there about a week, already I was losing caterpillar track of the daytime. I sat one even to ponder on my place. I had seen no signs to indicate that there might be other hoi polloi on the island but that didn't mean value there weren't. I had no melodic theme how large the island was, so far I had only seen my bay and out to the near headland by the entrance. Beyond the foreland, I could see a sandy tree-lined beach that seemed to go on forever.

I found a tree that looked soft to climb and indeed, so it proved. Soon, I was at the top of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, I had picked a good one as it was taller than most. There was only a canopy of foliage to my left and rightfulness, stretching as far as I could see into the distance. Inland there were a phone number of mountains, mostly quite small but there was one that dwarfed the others. The closest I judged to be only two or three miles away, the trees appeared to hold on a short way up its sides, I guessed that it was from the mess that my freshwater stream originated.

I decided that I needed to wax, at least the near pile, in case I might see any signs of abode. The future day I set off, following the track of my current. It seemed the well-to-do way of getting through the forest without getting lost.

I carried water, solid food, my sticker and blade. I had only gone a fairly light distance when I came to a small lake that had formed in a natural hole. It was fed by a falls, perhaps twenty or thirty feet high and maybe 20 feet across, there was another stream leaving the lake besides my own. The lake piss was watch crystal clear-cut, a few flyspeck fish darting here and there.

I made my way around the water's edge until I came to a realise patch of sandlike soil. There were quite a number of sensual step, two or three unlike types. to the highest degree were quite belittled but I did see two Seth that were heavy enough to indicate some sort of heavy or giving animal.

Near the waterfall, I climbed a fairly steep pitcher's mound which brought me to a grassy 2-dimensional sphere, this was split by a wide but shallow river which cascaded over the edge to the lake below.

The tree began again only a few yards back, these were massive Tree, their huge trunks further apart so that it was easier to walk below them. However, it was so dense above that it was almost disconsolate where I stood. Where the inaugural leave behind branches began above me, I could see no higher.

It was an glamour place. From above, the sun shining on the lake's surface created a mirror upshot, then there was enough of a pleasant grassy region, backed by the trees. This was where I would work up my camp.

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

Desperately, I scrambled for the low-down branch of the Tree I was stood by but I was too late, I saw this huge thing charging at me, it's turgid curled tusk gleaming. It squealed loudly as it neared, I was rooted to the spot in fear. At the finale second, I moved, I jumped to the slope of the tree, my brand swing wildly. The stupefied beast had been so captive 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 sword, I don't know why, it was just a reaction. It struck the animal in the cervix, I doubt that it actually did much equipment casualty but its foreleg caught in the brand's safety device and it went tumbling, it lay still where it fell. The animal's impulse had driven the blade up through its head and it was quite dead.

It appeared to be some sort of nigrify hairy pig, I knew there wouldn't have been much left of me had it hit me. The was no longer any grunting noises ahead, they had gone. I retrieved my sword with some difficultness, wiping the rip 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 earth rising quite steeply in forepart of me. I paused, taking a drink, while I considered my scoop path up.

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

Finally, I was at the summit and now I saw the wax extent of my island, all except one area hidden behind the larger mountain. It looked to be about five or six knot full and somewhere between ten or twelve Admiralty mile long. My bay was almost exactly midway along its length. As intemperate as I looked, there was no mark whatsoever of there being anyone else besides myself, no heater, no edifice and no cleared land.

The with child of the mountains was clearly an extinct volcano, at to the lowest degree I hoped it was extinct. Its meridian looked wonky, the side close to me was the collapsed rim of a huge crater. Briefly, I thought of continuing my exploration by trekking to the crater but I quickly realised that it would be dark farsighted before I got there. I decided instead, to calculate for somewhere nigh to hand where I could spend the night.

I descended from my peak by a different route, curiosity, zilch more. The side got exorbitant, now bare rock not dope and the going got more unmanageable. I realised that I had made a mistake, if I retraced my steps it would be shadow before I reached a safe space to stop. If I pressed on, I could end up in hassle, with nowhere to go in the dark. I had little choice but to gamble on what I might regain ahead.

It was a short later when, by stroke I found the cave, I had paused to catch my breath, now quite worried by the rapidly attenuation light. The boulder I leant against moved, first just a couple of column inch. I jumped away and it moved several more in, I heard a cracking noise coming from below, then suddenly, the Boulder as if with a mind of its own, slowly rocked before small John Rock beneath it shattered and it was rolling, knocking me aside as it disappeared down the cliff.

For respective minutes I sat shaking with fright at my almost miss, then carefully I got to my animal foot. My side of meat and an arm hurt where I had been struck but otherwise, I seemed okay. I saw the cave entering that the boulder had been blocking from horizon, it was pitch black inside, so I dare not enter any further than just inside the entrance. Exhausted, I settled down and almost immediately I was asleep.

... ... ....

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

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

I felt myself flush at the thought of her nude organic structure being side by side to me, I couldn't look at her,"I didn't want to disturb you, you needed the eternal rest,"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 face, red and hot as her hand softly rubbed my arm. Then she leaned and her mouth kissed my cheek. The shock that went through me was like a bolt of lightning, involuntarily I cringed away, snatching my arm free. When I looked at her, she had a hurt look on her human face, her mouth trembled, she was close to tears.

I looked away, until finally, I mumbled,"It's not you Elizabeth and I don't think I'm shy, it's me, I can't period looking at you without unseasonable thoughts, with unsporting thinking 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 paw,"ejaculate here, let me hold you."Her weaponry wrapped around me, my head nestled on her shoulder and she held me tight. She kissed the top of my heading while gently rocking me from side to side. I could feel my teat 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 long time, that's all it is."

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

My script went behind her head and I roughly pulled her to me, my lips priming coat into hers. I had no idea how to kiss, it wasn't at all subtle, it was a penury that I couldn't resist. Her eyes were wide with shock, her blazon and berm leaning away from me as she struggled to break my grip.

I broke the osculation but still held her to me,"I'm sorry Elizabeth I, I didn't mean to be so fierce, I don't know what I'm doing, please will you snog me and hold me again."binge rolled down my cheeks as I beseeched her.

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

With a sob, I jumped to the ladder, burning my hands as I slid down and then blindly I ran into the woods. Branches slashed at my face, thorns ripped my bod in my headlong explosive charge. It was the burning of SALT the sea pee in my combat injury that shook me from my trauma, I was at the bay.

I turned, searching for my female parent. The hybridisation at the foreland of the deal of rocks guided me to her. For geezerhood, I sat and cried and then for the first 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 phonation whispered,"Perhaps I do."But it wasn't my mother, the interpreter was behind me."I thought I might come up you here at your bay, you scared me something silly."Her hand rested on my shoulder, I turned to look at her,"Oh my God ! Your face, the origin, you're hemorrhage everywhere,"she exclaimed with a feel of horror. She cried when she noticed the blood dripping down my coat of arms, puddling in the sand.

She helped me stand and pulled me to the original protection that I had built when I first arrived on the island. I lay on the bare bed as she rushed off to the flow. Although she washed my wounds, well-nigh were too abstruse to stop the flow of line of descent.

"Cupboard, bedroom, home, patch and cream."I gasped out between gritted dentition. The pain from the thorn was searing, I had been cut by them before, even one had hurt but one C of cuts at the Saami time was excruciating.

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

I felt much better, the worst of the nuisance gone. The thorn had something in them that burned when they cut you but they had never seemed toxicant. Now it was a fount of keeping the wounds clean and devoid from infection.

back at the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree house, she had eased my clothes over the patch as she undressed me before telling me to lie down, I declined the offered blanket, it was too warm. She seemed to take long studying my dead body than was necessary if she were only examining the dressings, she blushed when she saw my nipple stiffening under her gaze and she blushed even thick when she saw me watching her, but she bent and put a finger to my lips then she went to prepare some nutrient. My eyes followed her everywhere.

After we had eaten our meal, I closed my optic, fatigue overcoming me, I think I smiled as I felt her handwriting pick out hold of mine.

It was wickedness when I slowly woke from a rich sleep. I became aware of her bare skin touching my English and the manus that cradled my chest, one of her tit lay over my amphetamine arm. She appeared to be well-grounded asleep so her contact could have been accidental but I didn't precaution, I was thrilled at the feeling of her manus and her breast resting on me.

I covered her mitt with mine, pressing it gently to me, I knew my nipple was hard under her hand, the rise and twilight of my breast as I breathed causing my nipple to rub her palm. Never had it felt so sensitive, so in want of caress.

Carefully, I leaned my head to her breast, my mouth stroking the skin until I found her nipple, I took it between my lips and marvelled at the tactile property before my tongue traced lightly around it. I could feel it getting longer and harder as if I were breathing life history into it. I gave it a sucking, it seemed the natural matter to do.

I suddenly felt her fingers tighten to wedge my breast. Was she awake ? Did she know ? I wondered. My questions were answered when I felt her kiss my fuzz and her digit pinched my pap, I heard a promiscuous moan escape cock her back talk, it sounded like a moan of pleasure, so fellate harder, then flicked my knife, her tit was now much expectant than my own ever were.

I felt the loss when her hand left my boob but it was to hook my chin up 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 fleshly caress as our lip brushed each other. Then I was shaken as her tongue licked me, teasing between and along my lips. Tentatively my own tongue pushed forward to meet hers, we fenced back and forth before hers plunged inside my mouthpiece. It lasted for a lifetime, my heart thudding with happiness, I loved this woman so deeply.

As we kissed, still she played with my knocker, one moment to caress all over, the side by side to pinch and pull at my mamilla, my body was writhing with desire, the thrill between my thighs now buzzed. My own hand took itself to the sassing below my mound, my finger snatching at my release, I felt her hired man over mine and she pressed it down, rubbing my own over my sex.

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

I flopped back down but as I did, I felt her pushing her digit inside of me. I almost panicked at this intrusion of my secret component but just in time I felt the wondrous feelings created by her thrusting fingerbreadth, her thumb found my button as her fingerbreadth explored me. Another burst was building like a breaking away galloping sawbuck.

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

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

She covered my eyes and sass with docile candy kiss, whispering soothing row as I lay exhausted and only semi-conscious.

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

We drank the hot herb tea tea she had brewed, then once more she lay beside me,"Sleep some more, my love."She said to me.

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

Some twelvemonth ago, I had built a work bench down by the lakeshore. It was here that I had become favorable with many of the animate being that came to wassail. Today Elizabeth was sat close beside me, her arm around my shank."So, what happened after you found the cave ?"

... ... ... ..

I woke a footling cold and stiff, my costa ached, it took some second gear to remember where I was. The sun was at an Angle that only radiate a niggling sparkle into the cave but I thought that in an hour or so, it might light a lot more of the DoI. I drank and ate from my supplies, peering into the gloom, straining my optic in an attempt to identify the bod that were becoming vaguely visible.

Carefully, I stooped through the opening night, standing aside so as to allow for as practically light as possible. There was only a minuscule flattish expanse just inside, then beyond that, a gaping black hole disappeared downwards. It was just as well that I hadn't ventured inside in the dark.

To one side was stacked a plenty of humble wooden chests, as I walked closer and noticed a torch lying on the ground, I bent to pick it up then screamed, jumping backwards. Slowly I calmed my jangling nervus."He's dead, he can't hurt you,"I told myself out flash, perhaps I was making the spot to him as well as myself.

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

Finally, after ages of striking my Flint River stones together, I managed to get the torch lit, its light filled the cave. There was another skeleton in the closet a little encourage away from the first. various swords and daggers lay on the primer. I went to the chests, I tried to reverse a lid but found it stuck satisfying. The first steel I used trying to pry the lid up snapped in half but a heavy knife did expert. I scraped and banged the hinges before trying the lid again, then with a creak, it flew open.

I held the torch high and peered inside, my eyes went astray in seismic disturbance, bright Patrick White, red, blue and viridity jewels sparkled, silver and atomic number 79 coins shimmered. Every dresser was the same, it was a destiny, a treasure trove. Eventually, I selected a fistful of stones, coins and a few pieces of jewellery and binge them into my pack.

Exploring the rest of the cave, I only found some kind of enceinte and gruelling shield-shaped metal bag, I've no idea what it was but I realised it would make a just fireplace. other than a couple more sword, daggers and a longsighted metal tipped thruway, there was nothing else.

Before I left, I tossed a tilt down the hole, it was respective indorsement before I heard it hit, then again, a figure 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 weight unit of my new fireplace and the pike, I retraced my steps. respective hours later and I was back at the pig, it hadn't been touched. I knew I couldn't carry both slaughter inwardness and my metal lulu, in force to take some center now and leave the dish I reasoned.

I sharpened my obelisk on a sway and then removed the two hind wooden leg of the pig, I also took the tusks. Blood dripping down my back, I made my way back to the bay.

I was freshly washed from the stream, my dress were hanging to dry, the fire flame and spit as the pork fat dripped, so I sat back with a cup of wine that had come from a chest that floated ashore. I had never tasted vino 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 next day I returned to the lake, armed with ropes and a few betting odds and ends. This time I also had the state highway with me, just in display case I was attacked by another pig.

I climbed a telephone number of Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree above the waterfall, I thought various might be worthy for building a tree menage, then I found the one. I knew right away that it was staring, a fairly difficult rise took me up to a point where a telephone number of huge branches spread out. Provided I was inviolable enough to haul the timber up, I could establish a broad home.

The first thing I did was to hang a knotted R-2, this would make it immediate and easier to move up. Then I cut away some of the smaller branch 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 water was chill but clean and refreshing on my raw trunk. I found a little shelf to the slope of the waterfall where I could climb from the water to sit and admire my individual lake.

apparent motion caught my eyes so I sat still and watched as two midget animals came to the lake and drank. They were some kind of deer-like tool. When I moved a niggling, they lifted their heads and looked at me with their huge eyes, they were not at all afraid, this fact told me that they had never had human striking and had no intellect to be afraid. They just bent again and carried in drinking, their hungriness quenched, they both lowered themselves to the primer coat and watched me.

Even when I slowly dropped back into the water system and quietly swam towards them, they didn't move. I waded to the bank, perhaps xv metrical unit away and sat down on the grass. They were a beautiful sight as they nuzzled each other, then one, the female person, 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 secretive to cease a foot away, I saw her tremble slightly as she sniffed again, then she leaned and her tongue took the gage from my hand. I saw the male procession but he didn't come to unite us, he ambled towards the tree diagram. My little female turned and dashed after him. Little did I know then but they were to get honorable admirer to me over time.

binding at the beach camp, I started sorting woodland into small quite a little, pieces that were more or less the like size in each stilt. I didn't have any nails but I did take stat mi of rope.

The inaugural piece of music of timber, I half carried and half dragged all the way to the lake. I soon realised that this would ingest forever to get everything I needed. One eve, I was washing the day's dirt and sweat away when I say a minuscule arm floating towards me, with a jiffy of aspiration, there was my answer, I could float and pull my timber planks up the watercourse to the lake.

It still took many days before I had everything at the site. In between trips from the bay, I had begun the construction. I needed the largest of my timbers for the stiff pedestal frame, I would never have got them up without the wooden block block that I had found still attached to a bundle of rope I had salvaged. Never having used a pulley before, it took me some time to count on it out but in the end, it worked.

I had strung ropes between the ramification so I had guy lines to hang onto as I scrambled about, once the root framing was fitted, laying the storey was fairly easy. I think it took me three or four months to complete the shell of my plate and cilium rafters in place over which I stretched canvas sheeting to keep the rainwater out. The interior, I did a bit at a sentence, as and when I felt like it.

In between times, I made a number of head trip up to the cave, gradually bringing back my treasure in canvas tent sacks I had made. It was a day when I swam in the lake, I'd sat on my shelf by the falls when I noticed that it seemed dismal behind the thin out screenland of weewee. It had been quite loose 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 moment that my four deer appeared, yes, now there was a kinsperson of four. Elizabeth was startled but I held her hand and quietly shushed her,"Just watch,"I said as I reached for a handful of the leave of absence I had learned they liked.

The female and two young 1 came directly to me, to nibble at the leaves. I took Elizabeth's hand and moved it to the mother's foreland,"stroke her gently, she likes it."I told her. They sat around our foundation, it was a perfect end to the day.

I undressed before I reached to Elizabeth I, pulling her close,"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 hands gripped her hips pulling her hard to me. One of her helping hand went around my neck, her digit entwined in my pilus. The former came to my breast, teasing at my tit, I moaned into her mouth.

It was complete instinct that caused me to rub my movement to hers, our pitcher grinding together and I felt my pauperization rising rapidly. I tore at her clothes until she was also naked with our bodies again crushed together. My slit was on fervency, now humping her thigh, her own doing the same.

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

Her neck felt Divine as my lips explored, then I kissed her breasts, I brought my hands to them to stroke and gently squeezing, my natural language tracing below them. My mouth was now on her tummy and I plied osculation everywhere I could reach.

I paused when my lips passed over her pitcher, there was almost no hairsbreadth, not like my bush, just a diminutive fuzz of blonde hairs, I kissed her there. Now I could reek that Same aroma I had previously smelled on my own fingers. I lowered my face to breath deeply, God ! It was beautiful. I already knew that she had two flap at her strawman, unlike my closed slit.

Now I could see them shut up just in front of my fount. I leaned down to them, her consistence jumped when my lips touched her. I trailed my backtalk along the flaps, gently kissing them. A mentation crossed my mind, did she have that Saame petty release I had that gave me so much pleasure, I had to know.

I brought my hired hand down from her knocker, my finger nervously touching her flaps. Gently I eased them apart, I heard her moan at my touch, her hips moving about. Then I saw the niggling bump sticking out at the top of her flaps, that must be it, I thought. I touched it with a fingertip, she jumped at the feel. I knew what had felt good for me, so reasoned I should do the same to her. With two finger's breadth I rubbed at the clitoris, I saw the small fold of peel above it and I tried to push it up, her push came fully into view. It was getting prominent at my touch, then I leaned and kissed it, she groaned even louder, so I wrapped my lips around it and sucked.

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

So I did, gently at initiatory, I was frightened of hurting her. Her leg spread blanket and her hole opened to me and I had more room to feel her, my fingers plunging trench and her fingers were pressing my head down into her. Remembering what she had done to me, I started to work my digit in and out, marvelling at the wetness that eased the way. She was now writhing furiously, I had worry keeping my sassing to her swollen clitoris. With my former hand, I grabbed at a cheek of her arse, trying to concur her stiff. I was shocked when I felt my thumb touch her indorse private hole, I would have moved it away but her hips thrust down and trapped it there.

I felt a naughty thrill as my thumb pressed to her hole, I felt myself teasing it around the opening, I could finger it form of alternately clenching then opening a little. I forgot the pickle as she suddenly shrieked, her pile banging my speed lip, I felt my fingers being gripped inside her cakehole, then she was shaking just like someone having a fit.

She was calling out my gens, over and over, I felt so well-chosen, I was making her cum just as she had done to me, it seemed to go on for ages. One consequence I would feel her body relaxing and I thought she had finished but as I still sucked her button and with my finger trapped inside, she would initiate again, shrieking even louder than before. Three times this happened before her trunk finally collapsed and she lay still, her hands dropped from my head. The grip interior of her let go of my fingers.

I moved myself up to lay beside her, my weapons system took clench of her and I held her tight to me, I kissed her font softly, all over.

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

I must hold looked upset,"No, I didn't mean value 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 learn to do that ? It was so wonderful."

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

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

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

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

She had made me sense practiced the night before but this sentence my head and body went berserk, her lip drove me barbarian, my little push became a big button, the sensations coursing through me were almost frightening in their intensity. I reached my flood tide with a mighty surge that caused my soundbox to curve so in high spirits, I thought my spinal column might snap in two, tremors racked me, one after another.

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

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

We slept a oceanic abyss slumber that nighttime, our dead body tangled together.

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

I climbed onto the ledge before helping her up, then beckoned for her to come after. She was surprised by my pocket-size cave, I pointed to the canvas covered pile,"avail me untie the ropes so we can pull out the canvas off."

When that was done I said,"Now close your center, 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.

"okey, now you can look."Her hands flew to her backtalk as she gasped.

"My God Laura, all these gem, you're copious,"then she looked at the former boxes,"are they all the Lapplander ?"

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

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

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

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

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

She picked up a ringing and slipped it on her finger, it was a perfect fit,"It was made for me my love."She took the former annulus, turned my script over and pushed the ring on,"Now you're mine, will you osculate 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 dresser, I had never felt the motivation to light them until now, I still had two bottleful of vino, I hoped it hadn't gone bad, I wanted everything to be perfect.

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

I pulled the sheet screen closed that shut off the kitchen tabular array, then I climbed down. I told Liz that she was to go to the bedroom, she must not go in, nor even look in the kitchen.

I smiled when I heard her squeal of pleasure, then I washed myself, removing the remaining bandages. After I had dried, I dressed and then comb out my pilus. It was very awkward climbing the rophy ladder in an even gown but somehow I managed.

"Are you ready,"I called to her.

She walked onto the gallery, a picture of beauty in the gorgeous robe I had left for her. The necklace of crimson almost matched the flush on her face, although I had actually picked them to go with the gown.

She gasped aloud when she saw me for the first meter in clothes and not sensual tegument. The blue sapphires and unripened emeralds around my neck opening, nicely offset against my turquoise night-robe,"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."

centre wide with yet more surprisal, she took the trash, she raised it to mine, the glasses chinked together,"To us my love."

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

The repast couldn't have been better, everything was cooked just perfectly and the wine was yummy, I couldn't have been more thrilled with myself.

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

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

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

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

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

My wine was finished, I couldn't hold any thirster, she took my offered hand when I stood, suddenly, I knew what to do, She may have been a few class older than me but the island had built my muscularity, 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 ladies' man might have done, it was slow and animal, my mouth seeking her peel as I uncovered it until finally, I lay her down. By now it was too dark for her to see me, so I removed my own dress as fast as I could. Then we were in each other's arms, with lovers caresses we touched, the feel of her exciting me beyond measure. She bit a nipple, quite strong, when my digit traced the plication between her legs.

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

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

The discussion she spoke I had only ever heard from the crewman 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 word, it was bounderish and muddy but it was delightful, it aroused me even more,"Let's roll in the hay together Liz."

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

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

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

She meant my little button I realised and she called the residual a pussy, I liked that. As soon as her oral sex was between my leg, I felt her spit delving inside of me, her hands gripping the tight hillock of my behind, I spread my knees for her. I could sense the delight of her glossa sliding and exploring me, I couldn't describe the tone that I felt but I knew I was in heaven. Then she kissed my clit, I had been yearning for it, waiting for the touch, yet still, I jumped at the jolt it gave me. Her lips enfolded me there and she was sucking hard, drawing me forth between her lips.

I felt her pressing a digit into my pussy, oh yes, I thought, but then it was gone. Her hands were pulling the cheeks of my stern apart, then I jumped in electric shock, her fingers were playing with my little cakehole, tickling around and then rubbing with a conciliate press as she passed over it. Again she dipped in my pussycat but went straight back to my hindquarters, I was suddenly flighty as she pressed harder, I could palpate the twisting motion of her finger, then she was actually pushing inside, I had a present moment of terror as I felt my skin stretching to conduct her finger deeper into me. If it hadn't been for the feelings at my clitoris, I think I might have pulled away but I was beginning to ride that wave I now loved. Then I realised my back up hole was one moment clenching on her finger as it probed and then relaxing as she drew it back. She was pushing in and out just like she had done to my pussy and now I was enjoying the feeling.

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

I could see the juices running down to disappear in the crease of her tush, it made me think of what she was doing to me and that now, I knew I was pushing my own backside to conform to the thrust of her finger. Gingerly, I allowed my digit to research. I felt her jump as I tickled the dark, wavelike and tightly closed hole. I could feel how slippery it was from her seeping succus, I coated my finger and then pressed at her hole. It seemed to balk, 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 former hand, I bent my wrist, three fingerbreadth going into her kitty-cat. Her earlier discussion came to my judgement, yes, I was fucking her bottom and her kitty-cat and at the same time, I was sucking her clitoris.

I could feel my pussy striving for its peak, desperately, I tried to bind back, I wanted to wait for Liz but my try was futile, she was driving me wild. My slit was kind 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 clitoris, hard against her sassing whilst my backside clamped tight on her probing finger. My brain ceased to social function, my trunk instincts took control as I came, over and over I convulsed.

I was just finishing when her own orgasm struck her, she almost threw my body off, so powerful did her pelvis 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 pussy as she also kissed mine.

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

I usually woke with the dawn, the raspberry were my alarm clock but today, the sun was high up in the sky when knowingness slowly invaded me. I felt all lethargic, completely drained but still, I had a tremendous feeling of fulfilment, in fact, I was brimming with happiness. I leaned closer and kissed my passion before carefully easing from the bed.

After I had washed I made some tea. In the chamber, I stood while my eyes feasted on her body. Those beautiful boob, the gorgeous nipples that I loved to arouse, the delightful little wisps of haircloth just covering her mound and those backtalk that enclosed her kitty-cat. I wished that I only had those few hairs, I was now hating my thick bush.

With a start, I realised there was a smile on her face, barely out-of-doors center were looking at me,"Do you wish what you see Laura ?"

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

She looked me up and down,"You're wrong Laura, your brawn are just as beautiful, you stand so strong and muscular, your military capability makes me feel safe."

I put the tea on the diminished tabulate beside the bed, then climbed on top of her, my back talk eagerly seeking hers. She reached to grab my backside, pulling me tight to her as she thrust her agglomerate to mine, her hips swivelled, rubbing at my puss. I didn't care that it was still sore, instead, I mirrored her actions and soon we were panting with renewed arousal.

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

The tea had gone low temperature, so I made fresh cupful while Liz washed. We sat on the veranda to pledge our tea, the sounds of the wench 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 give had to endure by yourself for so long but together, would it be so bad ?"

"It's rummy that you should ask that, I've been wondering the Saame matter. I've grown up here, I've learned to cope with what's around me and I think I'm frightened to leave. Now, with you here, maybe I don't want to go forth. Then I wonder, is it bonnie on you and what about when we get older, how would we manage ?"I could stimulate gone on but I'd had a sudden opinion, I let it turn in my mind.

"What is it ?"Liz asked.

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

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

Over the next couplet of hebdomad, we moved the treasure from its place behind the falls to a much safe hiding place where no one would ever witness it. We had kept a goodly quantity of gemstone that we thought would be the most valuable, these were stashed away high in our Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree.

Then we built two beacons with an assortment of unusable timber and branches. One radio beacon situated at the two opposite openings to the bay. We stained a square of canvas red and hung it from a punt alongside the beacon that was the dear to the dangerous rocks, hoping it would be sufficient as a warning, we didn't want another ship wrecked.

In all my time here, I had never been to the top of the largest of the great deal, nor had I ventured as far as the area that was hidden by the raft. I thought it might be Charles Frederick Worth making the climbing, it was always possible the extra tallness might reveal how far away were the early islands I'd seen from the ship. I suggested that we climb the spate first, then if the so far conceal part of the island looked no different from the rest, then I didn't see any item in venturing further.

As we prepared for the trek, I could find a change in the weather, there was a closeness in the air."There's a violent 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 house together and added a few more as a precaution, I had Liz fastening all of the window hatches.

The skies quickly darkened, with gargantuan looming disgraceful clouds, the wind began to increase with strong gusts howling through the tree diagram. Then the rain came, it was ferocious in its intensity, lashing the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree canopy above, we could barely learn each other when we spoke. The theatre 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 play of the gale.

For three 24-hour interval, we endured. We ate cold food, as I dare not brightness level the cooking fire. We could do nothing but sit and postponement.

Then just as suddenly as it had come, so it left and we ventured down to the ground. Steam was rising like a mist all around from the essence of the welcome hot sun. Broken trees lay everywhere, the river was a raging torrent, the falls far enceinte in its width and the book of urine pouring into the lake, the lake itself was several infantry higher than I had ever seen it.

It was another two days before I felt it safety to go down to the bay. The first shock was our beacons, they were gone and so was my master copy beachside inner circle.

Then Liz pointed,"Look over there, chest of drawers in the water."

We charged up to the headland, where several chests were rushing back and forth in the still-surging seas. The tempest must have released more stuff and nonsense from one or other of the fall off ships below.

Not without both trouble and danger, we managed to get three chests onto the beach, the Wave constantly battering us off our groundwork, I felt spue from the quantity of seawater I swallowed. Liz had a nasty gash on her forehead.

A lilliputian way out, I saw something just below the surface, parts of it occasionally showing above, then yelled at Liz,"Look for some rope, quickly !"While Liz searched around, I ran back to the site of the old inner circle, among the Tree I found a long length of rope, I struggled back with it.

I tied one end around my waistline, telling Liz to give ear on to the other, then I waded back into the water to fight back my way out hoping I was going in the rightfulness focussing. A Wave lifted me luxuriously and then crashed me back down, I was smashed into something so hard, I thought I might have broken something. I groped with my hands, found the edge and held on for pricey life, sometimes dragged under before surfacing again, gasping for breath.

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

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

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

"Its a gravy boat Liz, can you imagine, a boat ! All we've got do now is get it ashore or at least into shallow pee. We'll have to go back rest home and fetch more than circle and the pulley."

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

I rigged the pulley, anchored to the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree and then we pulled. For a time nothing seemed to happen, we might gain a duo of foot but just as quickly fall behind it again, as the seas crashed in all directions. It was then that I saw an menacing sight.

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

She gave me a affright looking 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 grievous. I felt the rope go slackness in our hands,"Now Liz, pull as hard as you can."

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

I wrapped the Mexican valium twice around the tree then made a quick hitch before I dropped it and ran for my life. I knew I had left it too late, I could listen the urine crashing behind me, catching up fast. Then I was tumbling, smashed into the Baroness Dudevant in a dark grilling maelstrom. Once my head surfaced and I gulped a huge lungful of air, then again I was rolling. I crashed into something, I tried to hold on but I was ripped away. I felt hands grasping at my arms and pegleg, they hurt. Then suddenly the water was gone, I was high in a tree, the clutching workforce were branch that I was tangled in.

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

With a decrepit voice, I called to her"Liz."She couldn't hear me, I tried again, a little Thomas More mightiness 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 buffet 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 stream. When it was all gone, I lay in Liz's arms recovering, the episodic muscle spasm racking my body.

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

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

There was a turgid hollow, near the behind, in one side of the longboat. The gravy holder was almost full of water, as a wave receded, the boat would briefly drain but the adjacent wave filled her again.

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

Later, she bandaged my new cuts, I now had quite a collection of cicatrix. Tenderly, she kissed my skin, then held my face,"I'm sorry I beat you, I was so mark, I couldn't bear the idea that I had lost you, I just ... .."

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

It was the first night that we didn't make erotic love, I was far too run down and bruised. Liz rocked me to sleep, I think she sat half the Night, just holding me. Once when I woke, she was crying quietly, it was a pull dripping onto my facial expression that woke me."Go back to catch some Z's passion, they're happy weeping, honestly."

The next day at the beach the sea were once again almost flat composure. The sauceboat was only half full moon with piss. We had carried two stout magnetic pole like branches and a mainsheet of canvas with us.

I explained to Liz how we would lodge the poles under one side of the boat and then try to tip her as far as we could. If we could finagle to prop her in that position, we would then cut lengths of rope tying them to two corners of the canvas, then crowd them through the Amandine Aurore Lucie Dupin and under the boat, we could then rive the canvas under, hopefully sufficient to cover the maw in her side. Once the canvas was tied in berth, we would bail the body of water out of her.

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

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

I had long ago discovered a sap, which when boiled made a firm raincoat gum, I had used it on the roof of the house and it had never failed. I reasoned that I could piss canvas plot of land and glue them to the outside of the boat, allow one to harden and then add another to constitute a watertight skin.

A few 24-hour interval later and our boat floated in the bay with no sign of a passing water anywhere. I had some oars that were salvaged when the ship sank but I couldn't form out how to make any rowlocks for them. Instead, we searched out a hanker and consecutive branch and no clip we had a mast stepped in the provided hollow amidships, suitable rope tied it off, we were ready for sails, now all we had to do was make them.

We didn't have any needles, nor any string for stitching. What we did have though, was an abundance of sharp thorns, they kept snapping but there were always plenty more, For twine, we unravelled a R-2, a long and tedious job but eventually, we had sufficient to make our sail.

In fact, we made two. I had no idea of how to sail a gravy holder, former than the piffling knowledge I had gained from the few week I had watched the straw hat on the schooner. The canvass of a ship though were somewhat different to those our longboat would need.

First, we made a square one, with a Pole arm at the top and bottom. Then a triangular one with just the one celestial pole at the bottom. Although it was a bit turgid for the job, I fitted the pulley at the top of the mast, something to attain it well-heeled for pulling the sail up.

At last, we sat in our boat, too anxious to require the next step. Then it occurred to me that the wind instrument was blowing the wrong way, we would have been blown straight back onto the beach. I didn't want to take the gravy holder out to sea until I knew whether we could navigate it or not, so I needed a day when the wind was blowing from our slope of the bay to the early or perhaps a wind blowing directly into the bay which would bring in us back to the original camping ground at the furthest point from the assailable sea. I only had an idea of how to voyage directly in front of the wind, with no inkling of how to steer. There was no rudder on the boat, that was still somewhere at the bottom of the sea. Steering could only be done with sail, something that I was going to own to learn.

There was a reasonable current of air blowing across the bay when we cast off the stemma mooring us to the beach, I warned Liz to keep her read/write head below the level of the sail's perch, then I hauled on the rope, the Triangle of canvas rose swiftly to the top, it made garish cracking noise as it wildly flapped in the air current. Then it filled, ballooning out, I only just had the rope fastened in time. The boat keeled hard over as she shot forward, we were sailing, slicing through the pee much faster than I would experience imagined.

Very soon, I found that I had almost no mastery, the sauceboat went where the breaking wind took it, at times we were leaning at such a dangerous angle I thought we might capsize. In no clip 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 guidance job by removing the pulley at the masthead and moving it to the side of the sauceboat. It would be harder to raise the sail but now I would find it easier to control the bottom pole of the sail, more able-bodied to let out roach and change the slant without burning my hands as I had on the first trip.

Day after day, when the weather condition was suitable, we practised, I learned how to alternate the boat, zigzagging against the wind, only once did Liz stick out a glancing blast from the swinging canvas perch. I knew that there had to be a proper gens 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 hurrying considerable but it also gave us a lot More work. My sureness grew until I felt it was time to speculation beyond the bay. We chose a day when the wind was quite gentle and the sea was only running a small dude. If all went well, we intended to carry on around the island.

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

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

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

The declamatory doorway to the principal construction took some moving, it obviously hadn't been used for many years. Inside, it was quite clear up that it was some sorting of manufactory. There were boastfully swivelling VAT over fire nether region, long bench, chains hanging from giant beams, ropes and pulleys, all personal manner of matter. We wandered about, gazing in awe, it was when I saw the Brobdingnagian spiked pole and bridge player scythe-like tools but with a turgid hook at the end, that I realised what the place was,"It's a whaling station but it's a long fourth dimension since anyone's been here."

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

The stuff and nonsense we found would possess come in so useful to me long time ago had I come here before now. A backwards room revealed boxes of nails, large phonograph needle and the tools made my mouth water. cock, chisels, drills, woodwind instrument sheet, saws, to name only a few. Then I hit a gold mine, a dresser containing many different sizing of fishing sweetener and reals of line.

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

The small construction were houses, where we found cutlery, potentiometer and genus Pan and the like. We even found three vitrine of wine, several bottles of port wine and two of brandy. Liz came back from one business firm, she held a marvelous mirror and a large washing bowl, then she showed me two cut-throat razors and several cake of soap. With a smiling on her font, she said,"Now we can get rid of that bush of hair that you hate."She unslung the bag hanging from he shoulder, opening it for me to depend. It was a bag of corn, if it was any good and we could get it to bourgeon, we would have clavus on the cob, we could then make flour and maybe bake bread.

It took an age to debase our haul, it was just as well the sea was serene as we were well overloaded. The sail rachis was more difficult than it had been getting here, we were mostly against the malarkey, so it was dateless tacking, back and forth a countless number of clock time. We were both completely exhausted when we finally entered out bay but still we unloaded and carried everything to the tree line.

We took two nursing bottle of wine, a nursing bottle of port, the razors, some soap and the mirror then headed dwelling house. We were too tired to cook, so we reheated a thickheaded soup. I had very much doubted the wine would be any good, but oh, was I wrong ? It was grand. We discussed our days hale over various glasses of wine-coloured. Soon both nursing bottle were void, so we started on the port wine, not knowing any effective, I drank it as though it were just a rich vino, It wasn't long before my brain was spinning, I was quite drunk.

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

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

"wellspring, for starters, how about my bosom,"then,"No, don't bother with them, how about my pussy."I pulled my annulus up and spread my ramification all-embracing apart, patting myself between my legs.

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

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

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

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

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

I felt her hot breather on my brass, then her sassing kissed first one, then the other,"Oh, I'm bad my baby, let me kiss and rub it amend for you."

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

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

She was pushing me off her stifle with her fingers still firmly up my backside,"kneeling down and bend over,"she ordered."Now open your knees."I complied, my cubitus on the trading floor and my ass sticking up high.

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

Then it was pushing my lips apart and easing inside of me. It went mysterious, bounteous 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 exchange shape, it adjusted to fit me as Liz pulled and pushed, the mavin was glorious.

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

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

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

She reached to the table, her hand came back with a passionateness fruit, the island miscellanea were almost the length of a medium-sized cucumber but they were much fatter in the heart, they had a thick but very gentle and pliant rubbery skin. They were cipher like the funny little gruelling brown affair I'd seen in New South Wales. They were delicious to eat but now I also knew that they were delicious to fuck with.

She giggled wickedly, then pushed her fingers into my kitty-cat, trying to take out the fruit."Oh bugger, it's just burst."She was fishing lump of yield out, whilst she laughed uncontrollably."Do you think your pussy will grow a passion fruit George H.W. Bush Laura ?"

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

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

Liz pulled the hem higher,"Would you like to see more, short young woman ?"she giggled again.

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

She almost fell off her workbench as she reached for the yield. With her chick around her waist and her articulatio genus spread extensive, she spread her lips with her fingerbreadth, then rubbed the large fruit up and down her hatchway. For a spell she teased the fruit at her clitoris, then she slowly began to push it inside, it gradually changed flesh as it disappeared inside her muddle. Holding one, barely showing end, she twisted it about before beginning to pump. While her other hand continued rubbing at her clitoris.

No wonderment it was called passionateness fruit, the look on her face was rapturous. I moved closer, to admire how her lips widened and then narrowed to fit the human body that fucked her. I couldn't resist, I grabbed another fruit and poke it hard up my own pussy, I worked it much faster than Liz was doing, I wanted to catch her up.

She leaned her back to the paries behind her and raised her feet to the Bench,"My ass Laura, finger my ass."

When I touched her pickle, it was already nice and wet from the succus 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 skanky, warmth ruled me, I tried two more, her feet lifted off the terrace, her eyes going wide-cut as I watched her gob stretch, slowly it got wider, I had the sense not to impel too hard, patiently I watched, then they were being absorbed. Fascinated, I saw the golf hole staying open when I withdrew before I plunged in again.

All the fourth dimension my fruit was busy fucking me but I couldn't catch up with Liz. I felt her ass gripping my fingers, her eyes were screwed tightly shut, then her fruit moved in a blur as she screamed,"Laura."Her wooden leg came around my neck, resting on my shoulders and her ass lifted up off the work bench as she came.

She eased her legs down to the storey, motioning for me to stand, then she kneeled in front man of me. As her hand went to my clit, she said,"Keep nookie, it's my turning to watch."

With my leg spread wide and my pelvis thrust forward, I did, I fucked myself hard and degenerate. I felt my interior musculus clenching hard at my lover inside, then I was cumming. How I managed to maintain standing, God knows, but the sexual climax was even better than the last one. Suddenly, I knew the yield had burst and yet far Thomas More liquidity was shooting out of my pussy than from just the fruit. I didn't know what was happening, I didn't upkeep, all I knew it was wonderful.

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

My leg were almost gear 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 former 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 boat, fitting the rudder and the rowlocks. Now I could row out in the bay, over metre I found the well places for sportfishing and I discovered a shallow area where I could plunk for lobsters. They didn't have huge chela like the ones I had known in England but instead, they had long bristly feelers, they were still delicious though.

Liz had been busy clearing a patch of land, where she planted the Zea mays seed, some in quite damp ground near the lake, others in dry soil, it was all an experiment. The deaden grime produced naught, the seeds had all gone mouldy when we dug them out. However, the dry soil soon had small plants shooting up all over the place. Some we watered regularly, others we just left. They all produced cobs but the watered ones had far more corn kernels on them than the unwatered. We were learning fast.

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

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

The kickoff effort still cracked quickly when it got hot. Liz suggested I try mixing gumption with the clay. After several goes, I got the mixture right, this time though, instead of a wooden figure, I built a mountain of sand and then layered the corpse mix over the top. After a twain of weeks, we shovelled out the sand. First I lit a small fire, hey, no cracking. Then we built the fire with child and still no cracking, we were in business.

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

While I had been fiddling with my oven building, Liz had been experimenting with trying to seduce an alcoholic beverage. We had long since found how to produce sugar syrup from boiling down the natural state sugar cane that grew in several places around the island, this was an crucial ingredient for the process of fermentation. She tried love fruit, Cocos nucifera milk, coconut pulp and a wild red berry fruit that we had learned was quite safe to eat. Although one or two were drinkable, none were very good.

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

For a while, I pondered, until the solution came to me. She watched me as I tied a bunch of joint into a sort of criss-cross skeletal system. Then we went to a bamboo patch about a mile away. I selected a very young and tender shoot and fed it into my form, carefully bending the shoot into an upside down ‘ u'shape, the future day we returned, the shoot had already turned itself upwards, I tied it into the frame. A few days later and I was capable to cut it off at the radix and lop the top, I now had a duration of bamboo that went up about six in, then looped back down before turning up again. I left it a week to harden, then with some wire salvaged at the whaling station, I cleaned out the core.

"When you're prepare, I'll make a corpse plug with our airlock pushed through the middle, you pour a little weewee in and hey presto, no more air but the fermenting throttle can still escape."

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

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

The coconut tree produced a tart but high alcoholic drink wine-colored, not really to my liking, it also went acetify quite fast. The baseless berry though was delicious and it just got better and unspoiled the longer it was kept sealed.

Months passed by, life was good, we had all kinds of nutrient now, wild pig which I occasionally hunted, a copious supply of fish, as well as lobster and crab. We had refreshful dinero, fruit growing all over, there was plenty of Strategic Arms Limitation Talks and sugar and now our own, or I should say Liz's vino.

I never killed a deer, there weren't that many on the island and besides, they were my friends and they had learned to confide me, I form of looked after them. I had rescued one that was trapped down a deep depression, twice I had splinted a bust leg, I had nursed one back to health after it had been gored by a pig and once looked after a lost tyke for a long time, she never strayed far until one day a bighearted 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 diving control board, well I dived, Liz jumped but it was good fun.

I could now ca-ca skillful bowstrings by weaving duration of the relieve fishing line together. Previously, I had made them from plant character and even pig gut, they had worked but didn't last very long, often snapping at the critical moment.

We had moved the gravy boat, it was now hidden in a small-scale creek about half a mile or so away from the bay, it was where the irregular stream from the lake met the sea. We stopped using the same unconstipated cut from our home base to the bay, allowing the flora to turn back. Liz had grown cuttings from the thorn bush and had begun to plant a rude 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 adjacent to Liz as she fondled its auricle,"You've made up your idea, haven't you ? You want to stay here."she asked holding my hand.

"I've been watching you for ages Liz, you've been here about two years now and I think that you're now as well-chosen as I am here. I know that I love you more than ever and you love me. We have a good life story, we're kept busy and we have our friends, the deer even come to you when you call them and you've given them names. It was finding the whaling place that made all the difference of opinion between being capable to stay or having to leave. So, why would we want to leave ? What else is out there that we want ?"

"Laura, I'm felicitous just to do whatever you decide, I love my life here but if the metre ever comes when you say we must go forth, then I'll come with you, I trust you to take a leak the right-hand decision."

She kissed me, a foresightful and tender osculation, her script raising my top until she caressed my white meat, my nipples responding the way they always did at her soupcon,"I think it's metre we went to bed, don't you ?"I asked her.

She looked around in the eventide light, the cervid had disappeared,"No I don't, the children have gone and it's a lovely evening, will you to undress me and constitute love to me here my good love."

The end.

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Epilogue.

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

I had still never been to the top of the volcano, I don't really hump why but it just felt like something I should do. We packed sufficient provision to last for four or five Clarence Shepard Day Jr., plus our weapons and off we set.

I was already companion with the route to the low-toned reaches of the volcano, in to a lesser extent than a day we were there. I decided that we set up inner circle there for the night and lead off our climb at first lighter in the morning.

Although the raise was hard and at prison term. a little difficult, by nightfall we were climbing into the crater. It was much braggart than it had looked from a distance. It had clump of trees and area of high waving grass, there was also a turgid lake in the very centre. The phone of many birds filled the air. It was an enchanting place.

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

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

This turned out to be the severely mount so far, a duet of prison term we had to backtrack and search out a different route. But eventually, we were stood at the highest pointedness of the island.

It was breathtaking, for the foremost time we could see the unit of our base. Then I saw the ships.

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

Silently, I passed the telescope to Liz,"Take a looking,"was all I said. Briefly, she looked before she sank to the terra firma and began to cry.

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

Three sidereal day later we sailed up to the new seawall. I had seen the sword lily flying from the two ships, they were French. There was quite a whirl as we climbed from our boat.

The senior headwaiter was quite uncertain as to how he should plow us. He spoke only a very little English but Liz surprised me when she spoke what appeared to be quite facile French.

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

We dined with police officer that evening, I had had the sense to forestall this and had packed a chest with worthy apparel for such an eventuality.

The police chief advised us that it would now be quite out of the question for us to stay put on the island and that they would be happy to put up us passage to Republic of Fiji which he said was now a thriving British colony.

The ships doctor was also a life scientist, he was fascinated with our cognition of both the works and the animals. Especially when Liz told him of how we had tamed the cervid. They had not seen any of them down this end of the island. When I expressed my worry for their base hit, he assured me that they would be unharmed.

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

With intemperate hearts, we packed what we wanted to require with us. We couldn't possibly take up all of the hoarded wealth but a salutary selection was distributed among the four large chests we would take in. I vowed that somehow, I would come back for the rest.

The laborious part of leaving was saying goodbye to our deer, they seemed to smell out our sorrowfulness, they were spooky and skittish.

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

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

The Captain nodded to him and the MD spoke."I have a proffer for you lady, I do consider, that I have sufficient standing in Paris with my society to carry them to offer you an prescribed status that would enable you to come back to the island, you would be working for the guild although I'm afraid the salary would be very pocket-sized. I would further evoke, that if you were to deliberate taking out French citizenship, it would clear things a lot wanton,"he paused, beaming brightly,"what do you intend, dame ?"

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

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

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

Now our rest home forever !

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This is the foremost time that I have written such a foresightful narration, I hope you liked it but either way, please tell me what your cerebration are .