1. The Island, Chapter 40


    Date: 9/29/2015, Categories: Fiction, Erotica, Exhibitionism, Male / Female Teens, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Author: Paperbackwriter, Rating: 86.5, Source: sexstories.com

    work to build a boat from scratch.” “It does,” Patricia agreed. “But we have a lot of people with a lot of time on their hands. You’d be surprised how fast it will go.” “All right, it’s settled,” Janie said definitively. “We’ll start on some sails tomorrow, so we can get the raft ready for sailing as soon as possible.” The cooks were apparently done with the fish, for we heard the dinner bell ring and rose to our feet. Patricia said her good evenings and headed to the mess hall with a renewed sense of purpose and a much better demeanor than an hour earlier. “This is kind of exciting,” Janie said. “I’m looking forward to the whole boat project. I think I’ll talk to Dkembe about cancelling academic classes for a couple of days in favor of some hands-on work in tools, construction, sail-making, and boat building. We’ll get the whole community involved.” “Sounds good. But I’ve been thinking, we also need to have a sex-ed class. With the way things are going around here we’re gonna have a bunch of pregnant teens if we don’t teach them some responsible behavior.” I steered her toward the food as she nodded agreement. “Now let’s eat. I’m hungry and I have a lot to tell you about from earlier.” “If it’s about the contest on the nude beach,” she said with a grin, “I heard about it.” “It’s partly that, but some other stuff, too. I think you’ll enjoy it.” Now I had her interest, and she pestered me to tell her about it while we walked to get our food, but I made her wait. Instead I ...
    insisted we sit with the Africans. We chatted about inconsequential matters while we polished off the fish soup and some of Onyeka’s flatbread. I finally made the effort to learn the children’s names. Onyeka’s two were Kgalefa, the boy, and Boitumelo, the girl. “The names mean ‘brave’ and ‘joy’ in English,” she informed me. “That’s beautiful,” said Janie. “I wish we had more descriptive names in America. I couldn’t bring myself to name Jared anything too out there. By then I was out of the commune and I thought he might get teased if he were called ‘Moonchild’ or something like that.” “My boy is Tau, ‘the lion,’” said Falani proudly. “And my daughter is Tapiwa, which means ‘gift’.” I bent down to peer at the smiling toddler, peeking out from behind his mother. “Are you a lion, little man? Can you roar?” He gave a fearsome little growl, setting the whole group to laughing. I gave him a high five. “Nice! I think you’ll scare off any animals in the night with that.” I turned to the little girl, who had her thumb in her mouth. “And you certainly are a wonderful gift for your mother. I can see why she named you that.” The shy cutie hid her face in her mother’s skirt, but not before a big smile split her dark countenance. We talked with them for a while longer as the evening wore on, then the two mothers got up, informing us they needed to prepare their yawning youngsters for bed. We wished them good night as they, Dkembe, and Adede headed back to their shelter. Janie got Dkembe to ...
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