Sabby felt strangely smug, in her life she considered herself a dumbo, now, just how didn’t matter, she knew all that she needed, as she needed. Jus...t like that... her finger and thumb snapped but no sound was made; yes, there were circumstances that she had to get used to. This room looked squalid, dark, tiny, just a bed, a night table and very little else apart from an incredible amount of what appeared to be dirty laundry. Sabby sniffed but hadn’t quite mastered the complexities of olfactory. By the time she left school she had no academic qualifications, but she had shed the juvenile pudginess and developed a very pleasing figure. Whilst she still wasn't a pretty girl, her long black hair did something for her, and although she didn't suppose she would have a long line of admirers, she still had an interest in the same young lad that she had wanted to attend grammar school with, not that she saw him very often, if he was interested in girls it didn't show.She left school at. He was fulfilled in ways that his more civilized compatriots could never be, in a primal level that made him feel like a complete man.He wandered down to the beach and watched the waves breaking on the outer reef. The trades were blowing and the waves crashed on the reef sending spray high into the air. The palms danced in the strong trade winds. It was paradise.After, he heard the girls rise and swim in the pool then wander off for their morning chores, Mike dragged the raft down to the shore.. We are of course discussing the indulgence and acceptable sexual pleasures that a girl will practice in her early years, when her mind is awash with this forbidden pleasure, as her long fingers reach between her quite literately quivering thighs, to encircle the warm rigid fleshy penis, trying its damnedest to couple with her, and guide him home, and pleasure herself without fear of disease, pregnancy, jealously, and with a continual alternating oral and penetrating pleasuring, lifting her soul.