Our bags are taken for us to the airport where we board a small, twelve passenger commuter aircraft similar to the one we used to fly from Puerto Rico...to Vieques and other similar places in Puerto Rico. The flight lasts about thirty minutes before we descend toward a small runway on the Island of Bora Bora. We are in awe as the plane makes its approach -- Tahiti was beautiful, but Bora Bora makes Tahiti seem ordinary.Here too we will be in an over-water bungalow, surrounded by sharply rising. We spawned beneath the surface of the water, spreading out unseen through the oceans. Our thoughts melded into one incessant murmur, muted and toneless when the needs of our flesh dominated the hive mind.I needed to ejaculate.There was nothing else until I did. Our bodies were these slippery appendages, a mass of tentacles and a small, bulbous head. Not much more than we needed.Once our kind had spread enough, we would change again, creating flesh suited for any world we inhabited.But there was. That was how it started.The child was beautiful and yet, and yet, she was not quite still a child; at sixteen she was in the first flush of being a beautiful young woman as her jet black hair, worn usually in two long plaits, emphasised the fair complexion and sky blue eyes. Father Reilly saw her at her home one evening when he visited to sort some trivial details of the procession; her hair was flowing freely and her everyday clothes did nothing to hide her fast developing figure. As she. I was kind of excited to be going to the game Friday night. Just the three of us hanging out all night, I couldn’t wait. In fact I thought about him so much, I had a dream about him that night. We were in his room, just talking. I don’t remember what we were talking about. He grabbed my arm and turned me around so I was facing him. Then, he practically raped my mouth with his tongue. Josh then ripped my clothes off, turned me around, and threw me face first on the bed. I was really turned on.