At lunch, the four others of the team headed off with their box lunches provided so that we didn’t spend the day looking for places to avoid the mee...ing… and Jocelyn and I just moved the work back and sat eating our lunches and talking… discovering that we had a lot in common and that we both seemed to enjoy our company. She was 25 years my junior, but other than the dismissal of attraction (she would never pay serious attention to an older man)… we connected and their was a growing bond. So why my severe reaction to his mishap with the knife? After all, he didn't skewer himself onto it on purpose.Ruminating, I realised how close I had been to becoming marooned on the island. But this wouldn't have been such a tragedy, since I had told all and sundry often enough that I was ready to shuffle off from the here to the wherever any time. So why then was I so very pissed off when he inadvertently attempted the same?How stupid can one get? The obvious answer had been staring me in the. For years I had fantasied about this moment, since my marriage I had put this away in my memory as a dream never fulfilled. So when he asked I begged yes then louder and louder till I was yelling for his cock.I yelled again when he did finally slide his cock into my tight hole, my cherry popped with a surprising amount of pain. Holding me still on his cock, he let my hole get adjusted to this large invader, very slowly starting to fuck me. My eyes watered from the pain and I couldn't make any. I browsed my wardrobe and decided upon my "gypsy" dress, my favourite item of clothing that I had made myself and embroidered into its white satin every colour of the rainbow. I started to get dressed then remembered, with pleasure, the yellow knickers I had bought earlier in the year (and smuggled past Marie into the back of our wardrobe). I put these on for good luck, then zipped up my dress at the back. I could find no glass slippers (Marie must have put them in the dishwasher), so I dug out.