"I'm off to hunt deer, Ingeburg. We're running short of meat, and the Baron allows me a deer each month now. A young buck or a doe will make a fine ro...st, and we can smoke the rest." How long will you be? Shall I prepare a noon meal?" I hope to be back by noon, but I can't tell for sure." Do you have something to break fast?"He held up a knapsack."I have some bread. Wish me luck, Wife!"She kissed him for luck, and off he was. With the stealth of a practised woodsman, Pelle made his way north.. While we were all doing this on the couch Steph decided to crawl up onthe couch over my partners face. She slowly hiked up her skirt enoughfor them to take her cock into their mouth. I could see this going onright above me but I kept on with the task at hand. My hands on mypartners chest kept coming into contact with Steph's ass, as she workedher cock in their mouth. But soon her ass was to the point of grindingon my hands. I knew what she was after and moved my fingers up to herwaiting. I had come to the conclusion that the males in the tribe were attracted to me not because of my great beauty but because I was so pristine in my exterior cleanliness washing at every opportunity and tending to my hair and my fingernails and toenails with the tools from the plane wreck.Most of the females were so bogged down in cleaning the huts, cooking the food and tending the little ones that they lost all interest in making their skin clean or those matters of feminine hygiene that came. The shower brought me to a more lucid state. I had called Ginny last night before I went to bed. She agreed to meet me for lunch at our favorite little bistro. Thank god for Ginny.I was greeted at the door by Nick, the head waiter."Ms. Maarden is expecting you, Mrs. Carver." He led me to the far corner to a table we knew would be private and quieter."Thank you, Nick. Hello, Ginny. Thank you for coming." I was genuinely relieved to see her. I desperately needed her guidance."You know I wouldn't.