He knew everything that Widemouth and the rest of the Island needed. Probably better than me.The brewery at Long Cut sold their hundred-gallon barrels...for only three Shells. I was confident that, after giving out a few free samples, they could price each barrel at ten Shells or more and any town or tavern on the Island would buy as many barrels as they could afford. Certainly, the people running Small Cove and Bridgetown would want to buy some. That was a hundred and sixty Pinches, a huge. I ... didn't mean to ask you until I got back, to give you a chance to realise what it was going to be like..."They were silent, listening to the wind in the rigging and the rain, now drumming on the coach-roof, there was a rumble of thunder in the distance."I'm glad you did, Tom," Chrissie said quietly, "I worried a bit that messing you about, especially in view of your own ... hangups ... might lead you to back away. Tom, I want you. I don't want to live without you. I want to be as close as. "Such a hot, tight cunt," pushing down with his hips,eager to feel her silky pussy clenched around his pulsating cock. "Raise herlegs up higher so I can get better leverage." He felt her legs rise up, hervagina forced down at a different angle, his cock able to push easier insideher. She screamed when she was forced to take her own virginity, his pinchingfingers catching her off guard, forcing her hips to rise up to escape the painonly to meet the hard cock poised at the entrance of her pussy,. As I watched her move around on the couch, I could see the strip of material moving to cover and uncover her pussy. At one second her cunt was totally visible and the next all I could see was the outer labia peeking out. She was being a total tease and she kept me advised that Tom couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Jenn asked me to get some lotion to put on her thighs and I jumped up off the couch to get it. I returned to sit in between her legs, now spread eagle and giving us a great view. I.