.became the best and staunchest friends that ever tossed together on the stormy waves."With the storm over and the ship lost, the three of us found ou...selves on a sandy beach with nothing but an axe, an oar and a telescope - all else, including our clothes had disappeared beneath the waves with the Arrow. Over the next few days we quickly discovered lots of things to do with our time as we explored the island and each other's naked bodies.On one exploration, Jack and I spotted two war-canoes. He wondered how this document had come to be reposing in Diana's attic. He tried vainly to recall the names of all the fellow conspirators. Maybe hthe brain might begin to function after another glass of her excellent old Cognac? Diana must be psychic! The glass was refilled without his needing to make the slightest sign. What a splendid girl!"Who owned this place before you, my dear?" I think he was called Ferguson. I'm sure that was his name. Did you have a fellow student of that name?"Of. She needed it, too. Gerard had gotten her so hot, she needed Michael to fuck her brains out. Their sex the night before had been the best in a long time.It hadn't been that way for a long time. Years? In the early years of their marriage, they made love all the time. But over time, it went to once a week, and then once a month, and then even less than that. And when they did made love, it was uninspired without much passion.But things had improved lately, since she told Michael about that night. She undressed me. At first we fucked regular missionary on the couch, but then she turned and sat on top of me and said she wanted me to do her hard like this. So I bounced her up and down and she moved her legs like a lever to also work it. I remember, and it might have been something about my drunkenness or the flourescent lights, her entire body being flushed red. As if sex was causing blood to rush in to her tits and torso. She was increasingly loud, and at one point I reached up and.