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 tear dripping onto my face that woke me. “Go back to sleep love, they’re happy tears, honestly.” The next day at the beach the seas were once again almost flat calm. The boat was only half full with water. We had carried two stout pole like branches and a sheet of canvas with us. I explained to Liz how we would wedge the poles under one side of the boat and then try to tip her as far as we could. If we could manage to prop her in that position, we would then cut lengths of rope tying them to two corners of the canvas, then push them through the sand and under the boat, we could then pull the canvas under, hopefully sufficient to cover the hole in her side. Once the canvas was tied in place, we would bail the water out japan of her. After a lot of sweat and toil, it actually worked, we had a virtually empty boat. 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 back in the water again, the pulley would only work in one direction. I opted instead, for tipping the boat higher on its side, now that it was empty, it was easier to do. I had long ago discovered a sap, which when boiled made a blowjob strong waterproof glue, I had used it on the roof of the house and it had never failed. I reasoned that I could make canvas patches and glue them to the outside of the boat, allow one to harden and then add another to form a watertight skin. A few days later and our boat floated in the bay with no sign of a leak anywhere. I had some oars that were salvaged when the ship sank but I couldn’t figure out how to make any rowlocks for them. Instead, we searched out a long and straight branch and no time we had a mast stepped in the provided hole amidships, suitable ropes 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 twine 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 rope, 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 boat, other than the little knowledge I had gained from the few weeks I had watched the sailors on the schooner. The sails of a ship oral 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 pole at the bottom. Although it was a bit large for the job, I fitted the pulley at the top of the mast, something to make it easier for pulling the sail up. At last, we sat in our boat, too nervous to take the next step. Then it occurred to me that the wind was blowing the wrong way, we would have been blown straight back onto the beach. I didn’t want to take the boat out to sea until I knew whether we could sail it or not, so I needed a day when the wind was blowing from our side of the bay to the other or perhaps a wind blowing directly into the bay which would bring us back to the original campsite at the furthest point from the open sea. I only had an idea of how to sail directly in front of gagging the wind, japanese 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 sails, something that I was going to have to learn. There was a reasonable wind blowing across the bay when we cast off the line mooring us to the beach, I warned Liz to keep her head below the level of the sail’s pole, then I hauled on the rope, the triangle of canvas rose swiftly to the top, it made loud cracking noises as it wildly flapped in the wind. I guess if she was to call me again and said, “I want to get drunk”. Her hands calmly made the trip down to my shorts, and she immediately began rubbing my crotch. Squeezed lube onto his fat knob head then handed the tube to Val to do likewise on Holly’s puckered anal japan ring while uncle Bill pushed more lube into her tight hole with his stubby pinkie finger. Suck. He pushed the three small rings through blowjob the three holes he had punched around his sister's clit and crimped them closed. “Not old enough yet, huh?” This was her moment! “Slow baby, that’s it” the girl half-whispered back. Mike stood and walked toward the living room. “No, no! I don’t want this. I barely reacted as Elenore's hands gripped my throat and squeezed. “You there, peasant,” she shouted, “Do you have no manners?” “I haven't taken it,” she whimpered. Just after he’d thanked me for my co-operation the man who’s scurried out came back with a box that he put on the gagging stainless steel table. Not knowing what to expect I found I was pleasantly surprised as the first elf walked in. She was japanese a bit short of stature but well proportioned and curvy with lovely small breasts, black oral hair above and below. Richard said into my ear. Irfaan was lying down on the bed behind Fatima and he was already naked. James-----OK, here I will unlock the door and solve the mystery of how to unhook the seat belt, too.