He could feel his inevitable reaction. He might be well into his 50s, but he was a guy, and the sight of a woman's naked pussy still aroused him.He sh...ugged off his shirt and knelt between her legs. He kissed her tummy, just brushing his lips across her skin. Slowly—she'd repeated that time after time—he worked closer to his goal, the folds of her pussy. He kissed her thighs, inhaling the fragrance of an aroused woman. Slowly, hesitantly, he nibbled at her lips.She sucked in a breath, and for a. We do merely what is necessary; gather food and such supplies that make our daily lives more comfortable and no more. While our curiosity as to the fate of our ship mates remains, the urge to seek them out has been lost to another urge, that of physical wants and desires. While it worries me that we are becoming resigned to living out our days in this paradise, it is a worry that I have a difficult time holding onto when in the thrall of the fruit. A week ago, we would have been scandalized by. No part of my day can begin until I address that urgent need between my legs and have that pleasure for myself.Before the first cup of coffee is finished, I can feel the effect, and it starts to take hold. The coffee is strong and I drink it black. In front of me on the table is a newspaper. I'm reading it, but the words are no longer of importance, and I don't pay attention to them or remember them. The need and desire between my legs is taking over, and starting to command all of my. At first she tried to be a good sport and get into the spirit. But the laughter and good times just annoyed her. A few beers, some cheap wine, even a little weed, did nothing but make her feel more miserable than ever. Rather than be a wet blanket, she grabbed a beer and wandered away. As the light from the bonfire dimmed, she found a small, driftwood sanctuary near the riverbank. That’s where Mark found her a few minutes later, sitting behind a big log, trying not to cry. He sat down.