She tried passion fruit, coconut 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 fermenting, I don’t know how to do that.” For a while, I pondered, until the solution came to me. She watched me as I tied a bunch of sticks into a kind of criss-cross frame. Then we went to a bamboo patch about a fetish mile away. I selected a very young and tender shoot and fed it into my frame, carefully bending the shoot into an upside down ‘u’ shape, the next day we returned, the shoot had already turned itself upwards, I tied it into the frame. A few days later and I was able to cut it off at the base and trim the top, I now had a length of bamboo that went up about six inches, then looped back down before turning up again. I left it a week to harden, then with some wire salvaged at the whaling station, I cleaned out the core. “When you’re ready, I’ll make a clay stopper with our airlock pushed through the middle, you pour a little water in and hey presto, no more air but the fermenting gasses can still escape.” “However did you get to be so clever Laura, when you’ve been all alone here?” She asked, giving me a sloppy kiss. I liked the praise, “When my love has a problem, it’s my job to solve it.” The coconut produced a tart but high alcohol wine, not really to my liking, it also went sour quite fast. The wild berry though was delicious and it just got better and better the longer it was kept sealed. Months passed by, titty fuck life was good, we had all kinds of food now, wild pig which I occasionally hunted, a plentiful supply of fish, as well as lobster and crab. We had fresh bread, fruit growing all over, there was plenty of salt and sugar and now our own, or I should say Liz’s wine. I massage never killed a deer, there weren’t that many on the island and besides, they were my friends and they had learned to trust me, I kind of looked after them. I had Hardcore rescued one that was trapped down a deep depression, twice I had splinted a broken leg, I had nursed one back to health after it had been gored by a pig and once looked after a lost youngster for a long time, she never strayed far until one day a handsome 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 board, well I dived, Liz jumped but it was good fun. I could now make better bowstrings by weaving lengths of the salvaged fishing line together. Previously, I had made them from plant fibres and even pig gut, they had worked but didn’t last very long, often snapping at the critical moment. We had moved the boat, it was now hidden in a small creek about half a mile or so away from the bay, it was where the second stream from the lake met the sea. We stopped using the same regular track from our ball licking home to the bay, allowing the vegetation to grow back. Liz had grown cuttings from the thorn bushes and had begun to plant a natural 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 next to Liz as she fondled its ears, “You’ve made up your mind, haven’t you? You want to stay here.” she asked holding my hand. As I got closer one of the men saw me and the comments started again. “Jasmine,” I say, pulling her to me in a chaste hug. Misoko is on her hands and knees facing away Hardcore ball licking from me. A goblin standing in front of her face, obviously getting his pussy punisher sucked to his great enjoyment. His anger frothed out of the phone as he spewed his venom at me but I think that phone call may well have saved my life as had I returned home I am sure he would have killed me. Realising I had no choice I turned my scooter away from Mumbai, my home for all my life and started to run until finally I ended up here today, throwing myself at your mercy. After a couple of questions, they massage told me that I was ‘allowed’ to go back to my house. I noticed that Dakota was looking for a way to slide under the table as well. "Knock, knock". “Uhh, guys, could you keep down the noise?” I added in a worried voice, not taking my eyes off of May. While Liz was not quite as tall, she was thicker and curvier in all the right places, with large breasts and a large ass. Harry laid down in his bed staring at the shadows the street lights made through the window. But Philip’s empty restaurant represented a controlled environment; there were still enough people currently in titty fuck the gym to make fucking Jansen here fairly dangerous. Ursula had sense enough to soon begin sobbing, she knew that was what he wanted to hear. Then there is a rattle behind the shelves. Fuck no. "Close the door and come here" he said in a hushed voice. “Sure. It was the message that accompanied the video that sent chills down her spine and Hailey read the message again out loud to the empty kitchen, ‘nice show, should be fetish on stage, and it will be…. Melissa still had her hair up in a little ponytail. She wants a baby so much, for her husband. “So, I guess this side is mine?” he says “ Push those boobs together” I said as I pushed my luck. Maybe she was looking too far into it but she couldn’t explain away the gnawing tension that grew inside her when she watched him leave, despite knowing he was going to be gone for all of a day! “Nice little girl, get out both of you before I turn you over my knee and give you a spanking.” He then took both by the shoulder and pushed them out the door. Unfortunately for him now he now both had the suffocating noose and my legs strangulating him and his leverage was poor. "Uhhhh," Stephanie stuttered.