.. "Randy?" Mmm?" I can't sleep. I'm all worked up -- and besides, somebody is doing it." So..." Again?" Yeah." Randy rubbed his face. "Let me wake up..." I'll suck you." Yeah, that'll help."It took a half-hour or so, but by the end they were both exhausted. Randy fingered Phyllis' pussy while she sucked him erect, and then pounded her doggie-style. Since he'd already had her twice, he took a while to recharge -- which got Phyllis plenty of attention. When they collapsed after that, sleep came. We divided into two groups: one, headed by Patricia, concentrated on collecting palm leaves and weaving them into matting to later sew into sails. The other, captained by Horace, chopped trees and bamboo in order to create a framework to lash on top of the raft. This would allow a rigid structure onto which we would attach mast and sails, rigging, rudder, and daggerboards. Patricia had designed the thing on a piece of paper salvaged from the plane, and after showing it to Horace, he took on. Her golden hair and light blue eyes just seemed to shine. And he was taken in by her quiet beauty and sweet disposition.When they met he was able to prove his worth to her and she agreed to marry him. She said she always liked his quick smile and brown hair. They had only been married three seasons and he was only twenty five and she was just twenty four.But just why was she doing it, Paul wondered as he stood there. She hadn't ever given him the impression before that she was unhappy with him.. "Give us a few minutes more to recover," she asked. I watched Katie and Margie sit there in the back of the Touring car, breathing hesitantly for several minutes while they recovered.Why was I thinking of them as Katie and Margie now, I wondered? Then it struck me; that was how they thought of each other and not their more formal names. No, these were their personal names for each other, but how did I know that?After a short time, Katie got to her feet but wasn't very steady. Margie couldn't.