The Island, Chapter 8
Chapter 8 The dawn was just cracking open the eastern sky when I woke. I’ve always been an early riser, and years of residency only reinforced that tendency. I carefully disentangled myself from Janie’s embrace, and sat back, admiring her sleeping form. My eyes traced the gentle curve of a breast as it met with her ribs. Her taut abs rose and fell with each gentle snore. The thick strip of brown fur on her mound still had dried cum in it from last night, and I smiled as I envisioned her scrubbing it off while preparing for Christopher’s sexual awakening. “You can thank me later, kid,” I murmured to myself as I stretched my naked body in the sun. After picking out a clean set of clothes for the day, I pulled a stick …