"Morning. It looks like we are still alone."

"Morning Bertie."

Manuhani stood silently, her eyes fixed on a point in the sand just in front of Bertie's feet. Vicky also needed to go to the toilet and simply crouched were she was, pulling her loincloth aside she relaxed her control on her bladder and sent a powerful stream of golden piss into the sand between her feet. Manuhani stood and stared, her jaw dropping at the openness of the spirit who had rescued her. Still naked and stained from the previous night's ordeal, Manuhani squatted by Vicky and began to piss. Bertie stared at Manuhani's hairless pussy as she sent a jet of glittering urine onto the sand. He knew that she had been abused terribly on Skull Island, but he couldn't help being aroused. His dick began to fill out, lifting the front of his loincloth. Manuhani saw the end of Bertie's prick extending from beneath its covering and moaned, her whole body trembling with fear. Seeing this, Vicky gently touched the 8 year olds shoulder.

"Don't worry. Bertie isn't going to touch you... Bertie, I think I should show Manuhani that sex can be nice. Try and make her forget how bad last night was..."

Bertie nodded his head and pulled his loincloth to the side, letting his hardening dick spring into the open.

Smiling broadly at Manuhani, Vicky moved over to her 11 year old lover and knelt in the sand in front of him. She reached out with one dainty hand and gripped Bertie's throbbing dick. Bertie thrust his hips forward, loving the way Vicky teased him with her fingers. The pre-teen beauty leaned forward and sucked her lover's swollen glans into her mouth, sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing as she treated Bertie to a practised oral caress. Gripping Bertie by his slim waist she pushed down on his cock, loving the feeling it gave as it slipped into her throat, filling her up. Wrapping her tongue around the excited boy's straining shaft she bobbed her head up and down.

Manuhani stared at the two spirits in front of her. The female spirit was doing what she had been forced to do to Ramkaloa; and yet she seemed to be enjoying it. It made her wonder whether it was always bad or whether it was just the way the High Priest has treated her. Shaking her head, the little 8 year old concentrated once more on what the two spirits were doing......(cont)