His hand grazed her face and he put his finger in her mouth, instinctively she closed her eyes, sucking. His other hand stroked her silky thigh, and c...ressed the bush of her pussy which amazingly matched the color of her hair. She was juicy already so he continued to stroke her. He had not had a woman while he was away, not that he couldn't have had one , any paga tavern had sluts to use , but he was very focused on the business of the farm."Hmm" he said, "maybe a little hungry." He grinned as. My bulge pressed against her mount . Pressing her red lips to mine and open my mouth and slipping her soft wet tounge in my mouth. As we stand there kissing. Her hands sliding under shirt and resting on my waist, Holding me close. Still holding my beer with one hand the other on her waist. Will puts his beer on the table and moves behind Emma. He starts to kiss her neck. She tilt's her head back. Placing my beer down. I beging to kiss up and down the other side of her neck. She stars thrusting. Where is here? Water... you still hear water. Behind you. You're on the shore.You lift your head under immense pain and look around. More earth. Grass. Bushes. Trees. Big, strong, beautiful oak trees. A very dense forest. And behind you, the ocean, just a few steps away.And only now hits you. You're on land! You are not dead, not drowned in the merciless ocean, you actually found land. And considering how far away from home the ship had been, this must be a new continent. You actually sailed. With a sigh she said, "That was lovely, thank you. Just hold me minute more, then we can try on some clothes."So I held her for a little while and then we got up. It was a wonderland of riches, I got to try on all the things I had dreamed of wearing, teddies, corsets, panties, stockings, wigs. She taught me how to cheat when I put a bra on by myself (you snap it up in front then spin it around), how to figure out what sizes I wore, told me about matching colors and styles. Her hands roamed.