" She knelt on the mattress, turned her face up to look into mine. That's Lita's augmentation to a good morning kiss. I'm all for it. She releases me....Perhaps a quick swim, after we put away our bed?" Sounds good," I said. We stowed the mattresses and slats, then had breakfast – granola bars, cold cuts and bread and iced drinks, then I watched a real life naiad knife off the deck into the water. I joined her. We swam a bit, letting the warm Gulf water cleanse us, then we climbed the stern. I started twirling my tongue inside her mouth. I played with her tongue for some time. Meanwhile my grip on her body was getting tighter and tighter. Now as I was playing with her lips I started exploring her body for the first time, with my hands. I started moving my hands more and more vigorously over her entire body. I slid my hands under her kurta and untied her pyjama. Then I started tugging and pulling at it till it came off. I threw it on the floor and started exploring her legs. I moved. Or more!While polygamy wasn't technically illegal in rather conservative Oswein, it had never been flouted or encouraged. Now, even our rather staid local priest of Yweorfan, the God of Cultivation, was pointedly urging us young men to 'do our part!' and take a goodly number of the unfortunate women to wife, or at least to bed.Hancy certainly did his part! The youngest of us survivors, being barely fourteen when he marched off to war, my school friend was now a tall, handsome and rather virile. The prisoner sensed her tightness, not realising he was to be her first; he tried to buck his hips but his restraints held him tightly. Claire felt sure that if the prisoner could sense the scene before him, he’d more than likely throw-up; it was not a pretty one. Sammy’s dark matted hair clung to his cock every time she withdrew, her pussy lips were basically flaps where she’d abused herself over the years with her so called toys. However, Sammy was taking more than enjoyment from him, his.