The stuff we found would have come in so useful to me years ago had I come here before now. A back room revealed boxes of nails, large needles and the tools made my mouth water. Hammers, chisels, drills, wood planes, saws, to name only a few. Then I hit a gold mine, a chest containing many different sizes of fishing hooks and reals of line. Then, behind the building, covered in rotting canvas, there was a boat. It was badly damaged but it had an assortment of sail pulleys, rowlocks, oars, but most important, a rudder and tiller, if only we could make it fit our boat. The smaller buildings were houses, where we found cutlery, pots and pans and the like. We even found three cases of wine, several bottles of port and two of brandy. Liz came back from one house, she held a tall mirror and a large washing bowl, then she showed me two cut-throat razors and several bars of soap. With a smile on her face, she said, “Now we can get rid of that bush of hair that you hate.” She girl unslung the bag hanging from he shoulder, opening it for me to look. It was a bag of maize, if it was any good and we could get it to germinate, we would have corn on the cob, we could then make flour and maybe bake bread. It took an age to load our haul, it was just as well the sea was calm as we were well overloaded. The sail back was more butt difficult than it had been getting here, we were mostly against the wind, so it was endless tacking, back and forth a countless number of times. 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 bottles of wine, a bottle of port, the razors, some soap and the mirror then headed home. We were too tired to cook, so we reheated a thick anal soup. I had very much doubted the wine would be any good, but oh, was I wrong? It was fantastic. We discussed our days haul over several glasses of wine. Soon both bottles were empty, so we started on the port, not knowing any better, I drank it as though it were just a rich wine, It wasn’t long before my head was spinning, I was quite drunk. My thoughts got more and more sexual, the alcohol loosened my tongue. “I think you should come japanese over here and play with me, Liz,” I said. “And what would you like me to play with?” Was the slurred reply. “Well, for starters, how about my tits,” then, “No, don’t bother with them, asshole how about my pussy.” I pulled my skirt up and spread my legs wide apart, patting myself between my legs. “Ooh, you naughty thing, I ought to give you a good spanking,” said Liz. “You can spank my..... what did you call it the other day? He could tell she had more juicy details that she wanted to share with him, but past experience told him to be patient and wait until she butt was ready to talk. The next thing I know she’s pushing me back, grabbing my cock and rolling asshole the condom on me saying Even now, 20 years after, I couldn’t get the events of that day out of my mind. However, Jill did mention that Sasha and maybe even Tina might ‘accuse’ me of assault. They all had an eager look, even the girls. What was beginning to happen was that her adorable little nipples were beginning to rise higher and higher with each near miss. I leaned over and blew softly on each nipple. Apparently, he just got anal out of prison for many violent acts against her and her friends. I thrust a fourth finger into her causing her to scream in orgasm. “So I don’t think that you should arrive like that or in a long glitzy gown.” He knew girl that they'd pretty much been sacrificed to allow the Typhoon flights to get through japanese above. The president of this company reports to me. I’m about 10 levels over your head,” Jill said now being really annoyed. Thomas hadn’t even looked at her since he had fucked her and wouldn’t talk to her outside of picking up their son for visitation. Too many to count Sir” is my reply He grabbed my head and held me on his cock while he exploded. She pulled off her dress right there and tried it on.