I had to admit she'd said she might not be able to make it Boxing Day evening, but I didn't get a call either. Come to that, we hadn't spoken to wish ...ach other Happy Christmas. I had to tell myself sternly that we had no claim on each other beyond friendship ... but surely even friends ring to say 'Happy Christmas'?It was the evening of the next day before she rang, apologised for not ringing before, and said she couldn't come because her father had been rushed to hospital, and she didn't want. They were all sitting around the cooking fire eating dinner. Mild-mannered Ben was roasting small fish on a stick. Gaston plucked one of the fish off the stick. “God damn it, Gaston, you always take the biggest fish and leave us with the shit.”Gaston defended himself. “There are enough fish for everyone.”“You shouldn’t get any fish,” said Ben. “You’re the reason we’re stuck on this fucking island.”“Leave Gaston alone,” said Kevin. He liked the decadent, seedy, faintly romantic Frenchman.“I’ll. The size of the circumference of the cardboard end of the paper towel. Sorry awful description but that is the best. He starts to fondle my tits, squeezing them, sucking on my nipples. Then he starts to kiss me and his gets up on top of me. My legs are already open and he starts to move his cock on the outside of my pussy, moving his cock on my gooey sore pussy lips. He whispers in my ear, “Daddy loves some nasty pussy, and you princess have nasty pussy. I am gonna fuck you and make you. He had filled her up completely with his cock. Thankfully he wasn't any bigger. She had never felt so full before. She started to rock back and forth slowly. She felt so good. She could tell he was enjoying it.He had never been with a virgin and he knew she wasn't. He could tell he was hurting her a little but she was controlling the pace. It felt so good. She looked angelic in the firelight. He was suddenly very aware of the room around him. The air was warm and smelled of aged oak burning..