In minutes they had run back, got supplies – chocolate and coke – and the first adventure of the camp began. “Should we ask permission?” Marie...Anne asked“If we ask, we might get refused. If we don’t ask, we can apologise when we get back.”And so the good ship Virgin (as Clive dubbed it unofficially – the official name was FK U2 – which some girls realised immediately was rather scandalous and giggled, and others had to have explained to them, and then giggled) sailed out to claim the island for. Quickly toweling off, I slipped into my bra and panties, followed by a white blouse and black slacks. Brushing my hair quickly, I went downstairs. Shortly afterward, the doorbell rang and I hurried to answer it.Felicia and Sandy stood there, both looking beautiful. Sandy's pale, freckled face was framed by waves of her light brown hair. Her smile was radiant, even if her eyes showed a tinge of concern, fear and excitement.Felicia, on the other hand, looked regal. Her dark, chocolate brown skin. Her mouth hovered over his balls and she breathed hot air against them. She shuddered when she felt the firm dragging muscle of his tongue sweep between her lips.Thomas relished her taste. It had changed over the years, grown sweeter, like a fine wine. He looked forward to drinking it up for the rest of his life. He pushed in a finger. "Only if you stop teasing me," he told her.She giggled and swept his balls with her tongue. "Teasing you?" she said, giving the tight package a gentle squeeze.. ..”His tone then softened, his eyes squinted, and his voice lowered to a whisper. Steam purled up from his collar.“I’m going to sacrifice two live chickens tonight, one for you each, I’ll say your names in my spell. Let me know if you want the blood. I’ve been drinking chicken blood mixed with rum. I’ve not had a haunting in my apartment yet,” he said, clutching and kissing the silver crucifix that hung from his neck, before hurrying off, walking hastily out of the cafeteria.Tony passed by him,.