For those few moments I looked right at it realizing she wasn't looking right at me, this was my chance to spy on her secretly and see a real live pus...y and satisfy my curiosity about what she looked like. That image was seared into my brain and it was something I would remember the rest of my life. Even many years later I would dwell back on that image and get aroused, her pussy became the standard that all others had to live up to.Her hair color was light brown with lots of highlights and her. You held me there and then followed with your eyes the path your hands had made. You leaned in, I felt your hands tighten on me, and then you imparted the most delicate of kisses right where my belly button would be. I turned around then and lifted my sweater off my shoulders, letting it slide off me and drop to the floor. I heard an animalistic moan from behind me as you gripped me again, one hand grasping my ass and the other wrapped around me, lingering over the part that burned for your. He rubbed my swollen clit with his cock still in me until I felt like I was flying.I grabbed a pillow and screamed into it and my body came off the bed. John held on for the ride of his life.We were spent with nothing more to give away. We cuddled and whispered into the morning before drifting off to sleep.The next morning, I woke up early. Very quietly, I tiptoed into the bathroom. I was just turning on the shower when John came into the bathroom.“Wendy, you’re not leaving me.”“I’m only taking. Right now you're standing on a beach...and then you saw it. The ship. It's broken boards dotting the beach and water filling up the rear end. Stranded on some remote island then..and--by the fact that the ship had a mighty good navigator (good at his job, mind you, of questionable moral standards)--probably wasn't marked on even the best maps.You begin to remember the events leading up to the crash...a few things had gone wrong, firstly there was the storm. It was a demonic thing, that you felt.