”I walked up to her and pulled her to her feet. “B, you have the most beautiful body I’ve ever seen. Ever since we got here, I’ve been mesmeri...zed by it. I wish I could be built like you.”She looked shocked, “And I’ve been wishing I could be like you, not so top-heavy and big-hipped.”“I wish I had bigger breasts,” said the flat-chested Claire; “Maybe not quite as big as yours, Bianca, but bigger.”Tears welled up in her eyes. She cupped her large breasts, holding them up. “You mean you don’t. " There ain't no need ta say anythin', Miss Abigail. It jus' makes me feel good ta be around ya! Oh, shit! I shouldn't of said that. Now, ya'll chase me off!" NEVER! Abe Samuel, I likes ta have ya near me. I been kinda partial ta ya fer a long time, but I didn't think that ya cared anythin' 'bout me. After the way the Comanches treated me, I didn't think any decent man could care 'bout me." Miss Abigail, there weren't no way ya could of done anythin' 'bout that, and any "decent" man would know. We talked almost none stop and we discovered a lot about each other. I talked about my kids, my disastrous marriage and other relationship. I explained how and why I’d gotten into boats as a career. I’d already touched on Uncle Jim and the reasons why I’d moved to Dorset but went over it again anyway.Jane told me about her husband, how they’d met not long after his first wife had been killed in a car accident and how a drunk driver had killed him when he was out riding his favourite horse. As. Who among you is NOT horny?”We all looked at each other rather sheepishly. She had read us like an open book.“I thought so. So my proposal is this: I’ll accommodate each of you once a week. Monday morning after breakfast, you each will come to my hut for oral sex, i.e. a blowjob. That should take less than an hour. You can draw lots to see who goes first and second, etc. Then the following Monday you each can come to my hut for sex. Only in the doggy position. No kissing. That's non-negotiable..