The first day I was there she trained me, showing me the ropes. She was about 5 foot tall; give or take, i never really asked, just guessing. She ha...d the longest jet black hair i had ever seen, although she kept it tied back, for helth code reasons. Her skin as tan, and she was beautiful. She said she was puerto rican, so I guess that was the reason she had those deep black eyes.She always rolled her pant legs up to her knees to keep the bottom of her pants from getting wet. At first I. It was always in terrible fear that I would get caught, so it was hastily and inexpertly done. I was never satisfied and I longed for William's gentle caress against my cheek and sweet lips against mine. One night after a particularly trying day--nothing I did seemed to satisfy my intense craving--I awoke from a fitful sleep of troubled dreams. The ship was rocking horribly, and I could hear the wind and the sea battering the walls of my tiny cabin. I remembered father had told me at supper. Now you're here. Where is here? Water... you still hear water. Behind you. You're on the shore.You lift your head under immense pain and look around. More earth. Grass. Bushes. Trees. Big, strong, beautiful oak trees. A very dense forest. And behind you, the ocean, just a few steps away.And only now hits you. You're on land! You are not dead, not drowned in the merciless ocean, you actually found land. And considering how far away from home the ship had been, this must be a new continent. You. He jerked it and rubbed the mushroom shaped head for a while, then pulled the trousers and his crisp white boxer shorts down.He leant back in his chair as a slideshow of his favourite pictures played on the screen. Barry slipped one finger under his butt and worked it inside his asshole. From his other hand, his fingers slowly and firmly pulled up and down on his cock. He felt good. Most of all Barry revelled in the 'cowboy' scenes. For some reason he had a recurrent fantasy of being fucked by.