She groans and shakes her head no. I get a handful of her hair and pull her back towards me and pick up the pace with my fingers, roughly stuffing the... into her asshole harder and faster as I go! She cries out to me, loud sounds muffled by the towel, but getting louder. I can feel her asshole squeeze and clench on my fingers as they thrust deep inside her.I release her hair then run my hand down her back to her ass then pull my fingers from her ass, seconds later both hands spread her open. There was a small café a few minutes away. Stevie said she fancied the walk, and we were safe leaving the kids in the capable hands of her sister.As Stevie and I walked, I felt this electric intensity. I stopped and kissed her. Our lips bounced off each other. She then kissed me more passionately. We fell against a nearby oak tree.We excitedly moved out of sight round the tree. My arms fell down Stevie’s chest, caressing her breasts. I felt her hand rub my cock.Were we really doing this? Having. I released the women and the two village girls telling them to keep quiet. I told Carol that I intended to kill the Japs, but I did not want to kill the girl they were raping if it was possible.Carol said. "Be sensible, that poor girl will have to take her chance, anyway, she will probably welcome death after what they have done to her. If you don't do the job properly you are putting everyone else at risk including ourselves.Reluctantly, I saw the sense of her argument. Carol said. "Give me a. He was a rangy 6'2" thin but very athletic man. He had lost over 50 pounds from when he was first marooned. He was fairly good looking one time but now he had a long scraggly beard and his hair was down to his ass. To finish the picture his tan made him look like an African native. He never wore anything at all except for a thin cord around his waist that he used to hold his knife and a small bag.He was fairly content, as occasionally some natives from an island about 60 miles away would visit.