It was a tiring day but the survey on our route was complete. That evening, we gave our report with Robby speaking for the Duck's route. Poppa Jack sp...ke for the Mallard's route. They were disappointed. The island was the home to very few people gathered in small agricultural groups. We would fly to England tomorrow.We got out the maps to make more detailed plans. We knew that we wanted to land in London's Heathrow. We also would buzz by Birmingham. The question I had was the true southern part. "Why, sweetheart, I didn't know all you had planned IF you had won,"she stated, "I guess we could still do those things. With you in my place, ofcourse." I nearly fainted dead on the spot. "Let's think of a name for you while we finish getting you dressed, shall we?" Sharon had me put my arms up as she pulled the cotton blouse over my head and primped the ruffles to fluff out. Then I put the denim skirt on.She fussed with a few details then stood back to look at me. "You look like a proper. "Touched another woman like this?" I shook my head."Neither had I," Claire echoed, our fingertips glued to our aching nipples, "until Gina." And now, apparently there's no stopping her," Gina guffawed."Jealous?" Claire smirked."More like soaking wet." Gina dug deeper between her legs."Ladies," Barb demanded, "I need to see those pussies." I second that motion," Gina said.I unbuttoned my skirt and shucked my panties, while Claire wriggled out of her remaining items. "I propose Gina and Claire. She quickly gobbled my cock down, sucking it like she had never sucked a cock before. After about ten minutes of sucking it she came up for air and said ‘I can’t fucking take it anymore, I have to have that cock in my pussy!’ So I quickly puller her top off, going to work on her nipples for just a second before pulling her shorts down. No underwear, her completely bald pussy was there and ready for me. I tossed her to the bed and started to go down on her but she said no, she’d been a little.