"I need more than my hand this morning," she said out loud as she buried her fingers in the juicy folds of her twat.She sat down on the toilet and moa...ed with lust. In that instant she knew she would go to the boy. Wrong or right, she knew she would walk across the hall and burst into Eric's room and get into bed with him. Yes, five minutes from now the boy's eager lips would be kissing her pussy and she would be reaching down and holding her cuntlips open for him.Her eyelids fluttered when she. Finally someone seemed to know something. They gave us some directions we hoped worked. It was a long shot but we followed the them as best we could, Linda asking when we saw somebody using her best local pidgin English and finally we saw the sign that said “Kapu” which meant keep out and the one referred to.The drive up through the Banyan trees was so awesome, a dirt road winding up through the deep ravine. We kept going until we began to arrive at buildings, the typical plantation style,. "They had arrived at class and Tony quickly got Rebecca settled in. They had learned to do it with Tony not having to move round the desk and lifting her in. He simply planted his arm on the desk and Rebecca could grab on and swivel herself around out of the chair and into the seat. Having done that Tony parked the chair and headed off to class.The week was going well until Wednesday when the intercom came to life late in first period. "Ms. Adams please have Tony Smith report to Mrs. Finch's. "What I suggest," he said, his voice almost a shout, "is that we turn off all the lights, send the crew below deck, remove our clothes and play 'Sardine'!"There was a moment of shock and then the happy, relieved babble started again. The game was what they needed to get started.The game of 'Sardine' is usually played in a large house with many rooms, halls and other hiding places. One person is chosen sardine. The lights go out. The sardine hides. The guests search for him. As each person.