1. The Island, Chapter 6


    Date: 10/5/2016, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Lactation, Male / Females, Plumper, Spanking, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 95.2, Source: sexstories.com

    honey from the plane, whose name I wasn’t able to hear during the introductions. They seemed a tight group, and were weathering the loss with a minimum of tears. Our international passengers included our injured African man, (Dkembe according to his passport), and three African women named Adede, Folani, and Onyeka. The latter two each had two children in tow, toddlers that seemed to be having a blast on our enforced beach vacation. There were five Koreans who had been heading home on the flight. These were Do Hun and Chin Sun, and elderly man and his doting adult daughter, Mi Cha, a smart-looking businesswoman, and a young mother with her boy, whose names I didn’t catch. Tran and Truk were a tiny Vietnamese woman and her adolescent daughter. The mother spoke broken English, and the daughter seemed not to speak at all. She may have been in shock, or just shy. Anjali was the lovely Indian woman I remembered from the airport, and Gabrielle was a French student (I wasn’t sure of what) with a very sexy accent and an awe-inspiring figure. Such were the members of our new island community. Janie was quickly elected our leader, and organized some ground rules. Basic chores like water and food preparation were assigned, areas were designated as latrines, and we all agreed that everyone would keep their clothes, comfort items, and prescription medicines as their own property. More practical objects like tools or knives, medicines not needed on a daily basis, and all foodstuffs would ...
    become community property. The scouting parties reported there was game on the island. There were pigs and chickens that had been seen, and we heard what sounded like goats bleating in the distance on occasion. Tran, Anjali, and the African women all had noticed edible plants that they were familiar with, and agreed to teach the rest of us what might be collected for food. There were also vast numbers of coconut, mango, and breadfruit trees that even I could recognize. It seemed likely we would not go hungry once we got our act together. The stream Joelle and I had discovered (a pleasant memory!) emptied into the ocean just a few dozen yards down the beach, just past a rocky outcrop, so we had a good supply of fresh water. Once food collecting teams had been organized, and the last of the salvage crews picked to cannibalize the rest of the airplane for supplies, we broke up on a positive, energetic note. It was good to have plans in place, and activity to keep us busy. Joelle and I checked out our patients in the “infirmary,” and were delighted to find Danielle awake. Mary gave her a tearful kiss, and they embraced happily. Definitely lovers , I thought. I rigged four poles of bamboo I had had one of the boys collect for me as a splint around her injured leg, and with Mary’s help Danielle was able to stand for a short while. We would need to make some crutches, I decided. Dkembe was still out of it, but had a strong pulse and had taken some water and coconut milk even in his ...
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