I swirl around the lips and clit. A bit of a tingle, I get a shiver. I slide and rub around more, faster. More tingle, a slightly different sensation ...han a man gets, more intense, more sensitive. I hear sticky wet sounds. I stick a finger in the sopping opening, fucking hell, this feeling. Really, this is what girls feel? I go in and out slowly, savoring the moment, playing around with the movement, pushing as deep as I can, then out. Holy fuck I could do this all night. But I need to get. It was a place that I would never venture to go to sleep without one or two guards awake to ward off the devious scum that made up their undesirable population.There was a shelter of sorts outside the fort that was made up of canvas tents without benefit of walls and it contained a sizable number of unwanted runaway slaves and indentured servants as well as a sprinkling of transient natives, mostly female, that had washed up on the shore escaping from their captors in some inter-island dispute.. All teenagers love hamburgers and French fries. so she made two burgers and a batch of fries. As she cooked she realized that she was hungry too. Mary went to set the table and remembered that Lisa had said only one plate. ' Where will I eat?' thought Mary. When dinner was prepared and one place set Mary called Lisa to the kitchen. "Ms. Simon dinner is ready."As Lisa entered the kitchen she saw her once respected teacher standing naked next to the table ready to serve her dinner. It brought a. The remaining men turned tail and ran. I hesitated a moment to consider the thought to let them run free.Before I returned to Grace who sat by a short, brick wall, I wiped my chin. blood lust was not something I wanted to frighten her with. Not just yet. She had been scared witless already. I did not want to compound her fears."Grace are you all right?" I asked from near the trees, hidden in a veil of shadows.I heard her sniffle. "Yes. Thank you. Where did you come from?"I ignored her question.