I could hear the waves of the Indian Ocean crashing onto the rocks a several metres away. I had no time to muck, I had to fuck. Yeah, fuck her hard an... quick. She was surprisingly co-operative and involved. It made this appear less of the "transactional sex" and at least look like a crazy romance. I slurped on her very clean sex, she did not seem to be getting wet too fast but I had more than enough saliva to keep her wet enough for me to slide my tongue up and down her clit at a furious. I than heard her say something along the lines of "I want to ride you hard" and he was more than happy to oblige. i could hear the sounds of their bed shift around and i started to feel myself at the same time. then i could hear them get started, i remember him letting out a very distinct "oh yessss" and her let out a gasp. they didn't waste any time getting into it and i could hear their bed squeaking. i could hear her moans every now and then but even the sounds of the bed were making me. I guess she figured I'd be there.Chapter FourSo our relationship changed. I was seeing Rita, mostly on Saturday mornings. Gradually it became a sort of routine. I'd get there about 10:00 AM and Mrs. Babcock would let me in and I'd help them make breakfast and we'd all three pitch in and eat it. Then I'd help with the washing up and Rita and I would go off to her room for more lessons. Then I'd sit and talk with Sarah until the paying company showed up.That next time, when Rita and I got on the. I marveled at the sheer amount of ejaculatory fluid the Chief had produced, and once again resolved to evaluate the emissions of other tribal members with all due haste.Roderick was seated at a camp chair a few feet beyond, working at his journal. The dear man keeps track of everything, I must add, noting every little detail of the events that happen to us on our journeys.I quickly brought him up to speed on the events of the past few hours, leaving no detail out of course, and was gratified to.