“Perhaps this is my karma. Stranded on an island with nothing but this weird fruit to eat. To drink from streams as a wild animal does. At least I s...hall die faithful to my Liza.” James had taken to talking to himself in absence of others. But this time a girlish giggle rang out in the forest. “Is someone there?” There had been no women on their ship for obvious reasons. Perchance a native to the island hung about and could act as guide. James felt hope for the first time in days.. As an incoming eighth-grader, Kimiko had been assigneda senior as a roommate; Bridget was a leggy blonde with a cheerful dispositionand a twinkle in her eye. Kimiko Saeki herself was quite pretty - or at least, that's what her motherhad always told her. And, well, it was true. She was a petite young half-Japanesegirl, just beginning to bloom into womanhood - she'd gotten her first bra overthe summer, and was very proud of the fact that she'd finally started to develop.She kept her straight. Sahara began to sway to the pulsing music, now further away from him, but as his eyes slid slowly up her body Kyle thought she had never looked hotter. His eyes met hers and he could see the intensity of her eyes, staring at him as if trying to decide something only she knew. He hoped she would decide to give him another taste. Kyle watched as she bent at the knees, her feet still either side of his hips and her hands slid to behind his neck as she slowly squatted down onto his hips, bringing. "Harder, honey," Angique said, lifting the tea glass to her lips — smelling the exotic aroma. "Don't short-change yourself."The girl moaned loudly now, as she pulled brutally on the stretched flesh, twisting it left and right. A tear sprang from her eyes."Tell me how it feels." It ... It hurts, Mistress..." Of course it hurts." Angique moved her face closer. "But is that all?" I ... I don't..." Alicia's eyes were everywhere."Oh, don't give me that! You DO know, lying slut," Angique cut in,.