We rode down to the boat landing with Pete and got all of her stuff loaded in her boat. Her boat also happened to be a WWII Higgins boat. A landing cr...ft like they used to land in France on D-Day. It had more than enough room for the small stack of lumber and the few boxes of groceries the she had. After thanking Pete, we climbed into the boat and she expertly guided it out to the Island that she called home. I was expecting a relatively small place, but when she told me that it was over three. " Let's see if we got it right first. Let me read it aloud." Rick picked up a long sheet of paper from his desk. It was covered with scribbles and notes, but there were clear lines of hand-written text at the bottom."Okay. What's this thing supposed to do, again?" If we've translated it right, it's supposed to grant the worshipper - me, I guess, his deepest wish." He looked down at the paper and began reading the text, starting with a long exhortation to a set of ancient godlike beings who had. Erin kept trying to get more comfortable on her pillow, inching over until our noses were nearly touching. She gave a broad smile, then leaned in and gave me a chaste kiss on the lips. "First time for everything, right?"She leaned back in for a more serious kiss, and it didn't take much convincing for me to start kissing back, just as hard, and just as soft. Shivers and shards of pleasure volted up my spine when the tip of her tongue first touched my lips. And then touched my tongue.My tongue. When she calmed down she panicked as she thought someone will have heard, but no one seemed to have. Still feeling aroused she fondled herself again and this time was more controlled as she pictured herself again looking at the floor as spank after spank rained down on her bottom, her eyes closed knowing it was the hairbrush, the stern instruction to raise her bottom for the cane, the searing strokes, the joy of the pain, as she brought herself to her second magnificent orgasm, her fingers.