He could picture thefamiliar slightly curled lip and the contemptuous green eyes, eventhough his own were firmly fixed on Jilly's bland, painted face ...a fewmetres away. It wasn't long before she began taunting him, starting withhow pretty his new dress was and then making him sing out the chantsthat went with the skipping games he was practicing, knowing how thehigh, trilling, little-girl voice they'd given him sickened him to core.He couldn't help himself. He knew well enough that he shouldn't. Sister Regina didn't take exception to it and told her to depart and do her penance in silence.Sister Alice saw her close friend leaving her alone with the scary nun and she looked around frantically as if trying to find a hole to crawl into. She was a pretty little thing with her hair up in a bun and covered with a net to hide its beauty. The delicate features of her face were a contrast with the coarse features of her special friend Sister Julie and her splendid figure was hard to hide even. . holy shit, look at that!"Arnold laid down with Lynda getting on top of him showing her ass as she put aher hand between hegs trying to guide it in. I was mesmerized as she found the place then in two or three strokes, it disappeard inside her! Holy! I couldn't believe it! I was stuuned but couldn't look away! In and out, in and out and when I came to my senses, Franky was kissing my neck from behind me, both hands on my tits and i could feel his dick up against me. I can't do this! . I drew pictures of them as they slept and played. I wrote about how I survived here, telling about pottery making, fishing, and learning to hunt with bow, spear, and snare.Days passed to weeks, and weeks to months as my children grew. I designated the anniversary of my landing as the first day of the first month of Year Two, otherwise known as Landing Day. It was hardly original, but it was my calendar. Lessons about the calendar and timekeeping went into my lesson plans, and I made a calendar.