” She’d been surprised to discover that the ship’s crew kept chickens and pigs on board, though the pigs were treated more like pets than food.�...�Eggs and peppers. Anything else?”“Do you know how to butcher a goat?” she asked. She could slaughter a chicken, but she’d never learned anything larger.Boktar raised his bushy eyebrows. “A goat?”“There are only so many things I can make with salted pork or dried beef. Fresh meat would be good.”“Let’s see if we can find a butcher here on the island, and. So I’m a bit, I think they call it risk-averse, now.”“I know, and I know it’s entirely my fault,” she said resignedly.“No it’s not, Cal”, I said, “not entirely. I didn’t make enough effort to speak to you every day, which I could have.”“And I did the same,” she objected.“Yes, so we both bear the blame.”“So where do we go from here?”“Well I go to Manchester for ten weeks starting Wednesday evening, so I won’t be home much,” I said, as gently as I could.“Maybe we could use that to start again,”. The pleasure was so intense she felt dizzy. When she felt his cock fill her pussy again her knees went weak and he had to actually catch her so she won’t fall. He held her for a few moments, not moving, letting her get her balance back. When she was steady again he pushed his finger back into her rosebud and started fucking her. He was building a rhythm in her, his finger and cock working nonstop, in and out, in and out. Both breathing hard as the need in them grew. She clenched her inner. Jennifer had a perverted "fuck your mother" look on her smiling face as she exposed her hairy cunt with it's pink, sopping wet slit to her own son."Don't just look at it, as much as I like it. Come and taste it, honey. Stick your tongue in mother's cunt and eat me out", Jennifer oozed like an anticipative whore.Mark smelled his mother's cunt from feet away. No surprise there since she'd been funking up the air where she went since she received that phone call this afternoon. But it was even.