"Yeah, she sure does look like Ginny, doesn't she? I just hope she doesn't turn out like Ginny did. Go ahead, talk to her. Maybe she'll listen to you,...but I doubt it."We had ended up at the tree house. I started to climb up, and looked at Sarah. She had that evil look on her face. I smiled inwardly. She could read my mind! We got up into the tree house, and I was astonished. It was decked out like an apartment with pillows, a cot, and chairs. I looked at Sarah with a question on my face."Ben. "Yes Peter, yes, yes" she urged me.I kept going as hard and as long as I could till suddenly she gripped me tight."Oh god" she gaspedHer bare legs wrapped around my waist pinning me deep in her hot pussy, her arms pulled me in tight and I felt her buck and twitch as her orgasm hit."Yes" she moaned"Yes"I felt her pussy tighten around my cock and then she started breathing heavily gasping for air until finally she relaxed and loosened her grip on me."Oh yes" she smiled"Now that's a great morning. He remembered how they had met. Him caged like some animal, waiting for his Japanese executioner to return. And then this slim form; silent as night; a ghost of a shadow.He had been so relieved, that the incongruity of a female British agent on a godforsaken, wartorn island in the Pacific didn't cross his mind till much later. Much later. For that matter, at the time, he hadn't known she was an agent. But she was his angel of salvation, and he owed her big-time. Still did, and would till hell. She then slowly pulled up the hem of her skirt slowly, she slid it up those gorgeous legs until she revealed the red lace panties she was wearing. My eyes were glued to her and my cock was rapidly hardened in my jeans. She slowly rubbed her hand across the soft material of her panties and sensuously licked her lips, then she held out her hand to me which I took, a little unsure of what she was about to do. She walked towards the bathroom, which with it being a bungalow, was between the kitchen.