She hung a towel from a nail, and then, in a quick motion, pulled the nightgown over her head and hung it. Her nudity was magnificent. She had caramel...skin. Her huge, plump breasts hung like two ripe papayas, crowned at their tip by large, dark areolas and thick, long nipples. I was surprised to see her waist was so narrow, and figured she was probably raised wearing corsets. A deep navel crowned her plump belly, which ended in a thick, luscious bush. She had thick, muscular thighs and legs.. I tried to turn my gaze down between us, down to where my finger penetrated her body. Gayle was taking short, quick breaths, clinging to me and holding her head far back, stretching her slender neck. She seemed on fire, the inside of her body so very warm, almost hot to the touch. And then I started sweating, wondering if this was only a carnal lust she had for me, saying she loved me, but meaning my body and how she found sexual pleasure in it. But it didn't seem right. It didn't make sense.. The rush of cool air on her intimate parts made Emily shiver."Lift your knees please, miss?" said the farmhand. Emily lifted one leg, then the other, and the farmhand removed her cotton panties and set them aside."Ready, miss?" said the boy in front. Emily nodded. She shivered again as the suction started, feeling one nipple, then the other tugged into the cups in a rhythmic "slurp-slurp" motion.After a minute Emily felt her milk let down, but far less intense than before. The torrent of relief. For all she knew, even the Brigadier's friend the Chief of Police might be in Farr's pocket. Certainly the fat bastard must be relying on some pretty influential person or persons to hide all the equipment and to have brought it undetected on to the island in the first place.She looked at herself in the mirror before going out for the evening. Her hair was much, much longer than when she had been at Farr's Court Martial. And her dress was very different from the smart naval uniform which was.