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I left it a week to harden, then with some wire salvaged at the whaling station, I cleaned out the core. “When you’re ready, I’ll make a clay stopper with our airlock pushed through the middle, you pour a little water in and hey presto, no more air but the fermenting Hardcore gasses can still escape.” “However did you get to be so clever Laura, when you’ve been all alone here?” She asked, giving me a sloppy kiss. I liked the praise, “When my love has a problem, it’s my job to solve it.” The coconut produced a tart but high alcohol wine, not really to my liking, it also went sour quite fast. The wild berry though was delicious and it just got better and better the longer it was kept sealed. Months passed by, life was good, we had all kinds of food now, wild pig which I occasionally hunted, a plentiful supply of fish, as well as lobster and crab. We had fresh bread, fruit growing all over, there was plenty of salt and sugar and now our own, or I should say Liz’s wine. I never killed a deer, there weren’t that many on the island Hairy and besides, they were my friends and they had learned to trust me, I kind of looked after them. I had rescued one that was trapped down a deep depression, twice I had splinted a broken leg, I had nursed one back to health after it had been gored by a pig and once looked after a lost youngster for a long time, she never strayed far until one day a handsome male gave her a sniff, then she was gone. I had the tools to do almost anything I liked. I got rid of the rope ladder and built a stairway. The lake had a diving board, well I dived, Liz jumped but it was good fun. I could now make better bowstrings by weaving lengths of the salvaged fishing line together. Previously, I had made them from plant fibres and even pig gut, they had worked but didn’t last very long, often snapping at the critical moment. We had moved the boat, it was now hidden in a small creek about half a mile or so away from the bay, it was where the second stream from the lake met the sea. We stopped using the same regular track from our home to the bay, allowing the vegetation to grow back. Liz had grown cuttings from the thorn bushes and had begun to stockings plant a natural barrier between the direct route from the bay and us. Effectively, we were hiding our japanese home. It had been unspoken between us but I knew it meant that we had both decided that we didn’t want to leave, neither did we asian want to be accidentally discovered should a ship ever sail into the bay. We were sat at the lake, a deer lying next to Liz as she fondled its ears, “You’ve made up your mind, haven’t you? You want to stay here.” she asked holding my hand. “I’ve been watching you for ages Liz, you’ve been here about two years now and I think that you’re now as happy as I am here. I know that I love you more than ever and you love me. We have a good life, we’re kept busy and we have our friends, the deer even come to you when you call them and you’ve given them names. You're both pleasing me!” Come to find out he was fucking some prostitute. Seemingly without any effort, and as I was still being speared by his rod, Daddy moved me to the middle of his and Mom’s King-Size bed. I was disappointed I couldn’t just fill you.” I smile in response. “How do you put up with stockings this guy’s knucklehead antics?” Patrick asks Jill. Theft was illegal and punished by varying degrees of beating, extortion was illegal and punished by hand removal, rape was illegal and punished by castration. He had told Silk he had to stay late for an a meeting and so she had said she would meet him later at his house but that she had to stop by her apartment Hairy to pick up a few things. “Thank you for calling, Doctor.” She said, hanging up. I love you, Lola.” Amber had started immediately to moan and in a short time had an orgasm. “We are so honored by your Divinity.” Then she bent over and backed her pussy onto the bronze cock thrusting from the statue. "Ain't gonna be able to make the big day short stuff," Julie said bluntly, causing Sarah's heart to sink, "buuuuuut," Julie added dramatically, "surely you must be having a hen party somewhere, and I wouldn't miss it for the world." I want to help." Pulling his mouth to the space between my neck, feeling his lips suckle the thin skin above my shoulder, his tongue playfully lapping on my bone, I succumbed to a couple more orgasms. “Justin. I dug my fingers into her flesh, kneading her. She began crying, pleading it to stop as it’s wormlike tongue caressed her exposed stomach, prodding her belly button and finally forcing it’s way into the crevice of her pants, popping the button and zipper open as it went deeper. Just so you know most of the aphrodisiac can be Hardcore washed away with hot water. But, Samantha wasn’t a teenage boy. “Baby, cry for me,” Silas pleaded, wrapping his arms japanese around Ian as he fucked him. asian