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(Author’s note; The Wodaabe have completely different views on sex to that of the western world, free sexual activity from puberty until marriage is normal, provided it is never expressed in public view. Most are experienced before their late teens.) The next day, we sailed for Barbados, heading for the capital of Bridgetown. The voyage would be tedious having to tack constantly, the winds at this time of year, would always be against us, It would be a tiring journey with only a small crew. Looking at a map, you might think it to be only a five or six days sail but it actually took nearly two weeks. I had a screen erected across one half of my cabin, more to quell the gossip than for our own privacy. It wouldn’t pay to be too obvious. Only the bosun I imagine suspected that we shared a cot. The voyage went smoothly enough, and eventually, we approached under reduced sail, beneath the watchful eye of the defences with their huge canons. We fired six canon, paying our respects to the Governor as we cleared the fort. At the signal arm, I had raised flags, requesting I might be received as soon as possible, I wanted to shift responsibility for the freed slaves as quickly as possible. Two hours later, the Governor’s aide had agreed to take the slaves off my hands, Fulala excepted. He assured fat me that they would be well and treated, suitable employment found for them as soon as they fully recovered from their ordeal. chunky Fulala was more of a problem. My feelings for her ran deep. It wasn’t love, but I knew I had to do more for her, I had no idea what, busty but knew I must try something. Back on board once more, the Bosun approached me, “Begin your pardon sir, might I tits be ‘avin a word? In private, so to speak, if you wouldn’t be mindin’, sir.” In my cabin, he doffed his cap at Fulala, with a little grin, She smiled back. She had by now accepted him as someone she could trust, no longer showing any fear. “I know it rightly, not be’in my business sir, but I’s taken curvy the liberty of speakin’ with the lighter Captain. He tells me there be a plantation owner that employs some what was slaves. He says there could be a fella that might be able to speak with Fulala. Excuse me interferin’ like, I hope’s I ain’t done wrong.” “Bosun, you’re a hero, here come and have a glass with me and I thank you most sincerely.” The next morning, I hired a trap and set off overland for Saint John, a journey of some twenty odd miles. I was in a desperate hurry, hoping it might be true that Fulala and I might at last communicate. I wanted to find out more about her. I watched Fulala as she admired the scenery of the beautiful island. I saw her looking at the gangs of black workers we passed, sometimes a look of hope, then disappointment at seeing none of her own people, I supposed. The plantation owner was a pleasant character, he showed no hesitation in inviting us both into his home and offering refreshment. No sooner had I explained my problem, and he promptly called a servant, speaking in the local patois to him, before the man nodded with a grin, and off he went. Perhaps half an hour had passed, when the servant appeared in the doorway, another stood behind him. The owner spoke to him, I didn’t follow what was said but I did hear Fulala’s name mentioned. The fellow came forward and spoke to her, she frowned shaking her head. He spoke again, in what was quite obviously a different language. It was as if the sun shone from her face, she beamed at him, words gushed from her. The fellow raised his hands, indicating for her to slow down, with an obvious effort she did. I'm sorry its just.....it just made me really uncomfortable, she's tits a little girl! Moving things along, she slipped the vest off. "I'll talk to her," he promised. Of course, they rarely lasted that long anyway. I got a call from one of the editors of the leading news magazine who wanted to do an interview with me. The editor’s name was Shari and she wanted to meet with me to discuss the fat parameters of the interview. Let’s take you home. Sarah laid her head down on her arms, giving him an even better angle. “The last four guys came in my mouth and left before I could get off”, she pushed back chunky harder as I fingered her, slowly stroking my cock. Hours went by as Carna slept, her body slashed and strained to its very brink having been all she could bare, and as the grief and sadness had taken her mind even someone so mighty curvy had eventually collapsed. Tossing the towel away. When busty she turned around, with drinks in her hands, the man was standing right there. This is my first week on the job here. I finish and look at him for a reaction. He told me the backyard could wait till next week. That sounded fucking awesome to me. "That sounds fucking awesome to me." I told her. I hid inside it and waited for Claire to come. Abby climbed further on the chair, putting her knees on the heavy arms, scooting forward, pinning her mothers face between the back of the chair and her pussy. I made sure that I fulfilled that desire tonight and any future night as we owed her and Bob so much. Grace had been crushing on him since forever, and now there was nothing to distract her taking in the long lines of his body, the way the muscles ran under his skin, or the shock of dark hair that always made her want to run her fingers through it... She moaned, still very turned on, and I swear I felt heat radiating from her pussy. I talk to Coffin about business and about 15mins later, Eva started dancing. Still looking in my eyes. I was too close. Part 04 Sam knew that I was close, but she wasn't done yet and pulled away from me. And good night to you ‘kind-hearted man.”