Taking her hand as we walked out of the surf, I said, “Three priorities – shelter, food and water, and then more of you”. “And which one is ou... top priority?”, she asked. “Shelter”, I said, “as if we made love like that again, I’d be a raw bleeding mass and no good to you or me”. “Deal”, she said. And so we made our first shelter — just some branches, and some leaves — and it took some time. We stood back and surveyed our handiwork, and thought that with the piles of palm leaves on the floor,. She started saying yes over and over when I licked at her sensitive spots and pushed three fingers inside her. Being already used by Rodger and the beer bottle her puss was already stretched enough for my three fingers . It only became tighter when she added her two fingers stirring the warm juices that were seeping from within. The faster we fingered her pussy the more she moaned and her body shook,a clear indication that she had orgasmed. Now it was my turn and I moved up between her thighs. ..”“Not me, the window silly!” She laughs. Waiting for me to answer, She looks down at my wet patch and back up several times, smiling still.“Oh! Yeah the window, just needs a lick of paint. Would you like me to do that for you beaut... er Miss?”“Yes that would be so helpful, no rush, come back at the week-end, I’ll let you run off now and clean up after your labours.”Talk about dazed and confused. There can be no doubt, She’s seen my wet patch twice now and doesn’t bat an eyelid. Yes, the jobs. It was Bess who asked, “Please, can I use the toilet, Miss?”Alice saw Bess’ make-up-stained face as she nodded her head and pointed to the hallway and said, “There is a toilet just by the front door.” Alice then looked at Cynthia, whose make-up had also run, and said, “If you need to use the toilet there is one upstairs.”Cynthia was sobbing as she replied, “Thank you, Miss.”Moments later Bess and Cynthia had both left the living room, and Alice turned to Grace and said, “It won’t surprise me if.