Me! Please...” At the distraught, strained sounds of his cries the mysterious women hesitated, some of them looking to a large breasted blonde at th... lead of the pack, her hair entwined with seashells and sparkling prisms of colour.“Wa-wa-ter…,” He begged again and then fainted into exhausted unconsciousness.---A torrent of cool, fresh water was splashed into his face and the sailor woke, rising unsteadily to a seated position. He leaned forward and looked up from the sandy ground, instantly. You can venture a guess as to who was her lucky (or was it unlucky) partner in carnal chit-chat. Ruth was not one to masturbate alone, at least not entirely. Her way was to call me up at all hours (or I her, it was mutual) and we’d pretend that we were “collaborating” on a writing project. She’d create these characters in her mind that were avatars for herself. Through these virtual personae, Ruth would fantasize about real sexual adventures that she was too terrified to attempt as her real. I don't know what you mean! I...have no idea..." Lucinda blushed heavily as she tried to deny any knowledge of the sex toys, but Jacinda and I saw through it! "Well, you ain't noticed me hiding in your walk in wardrobe then, have you? I've seen you...gaspin' and moanin'...an' you squirt when you orgasm, too! And yeah, I've seen you on all fours on the bed with your arse in the air an' Rosetta ramming a dildo up your cunt...you never finish her off either, do ya though? Bet she'd love it if you. So I have two ways of looking like an idiot. I can shake or I can rock. The trick is finding the right speed because each set of shakes is different. I also discovered how hard it is to write my name. That’s new. There’s this thing I have to do with my body where I have to tell it what I want to do then wait a bit before I try it then I can usually do it. So I had to decide I wanted to write my name wait a second or so then set the pen to paper and write. It’s not like that all the time but it.