What he wants doesn't matter

John might indeed want more, but that is hardly the point. You are the one in charge, and this handsome young stud had better learn that if this relationship is going to work. You climb to your feet and turns your attention away from the young man with his amazing dick and back to the list of things that have to get done.

"OK, John," You finish pulling your clothes back on as you speak. "Let's go see if our fish trap caught anything." It has only been a a couple hours since you finished the trap, but unlike the heavily fished estuaries where you grew up, this is an untouched Eden and there should be at least one or two fish by now if your trap works that way it should.

To your delight, and John's too, you see three good-sized fish swimming slowly in circles trying to find their way back to the deeper water. They're trapped for now, but you still have to get them before they find a way out.

"How do we get them out?" John asks, clearly not accustomed to this kind of survival situation.

"A fish spear, I think." You set to work with the chef's knife to hack down long thin sapling. "It will give us practice under ideal conditions." John watches attentively as you show him how to split the end of the shaft into four prongs that can skewer the fat fish. A little more whittling, and some small wedges to open the prongs you finish the fish spear by tying it tight with a strip palm frond. "Get started with that, John. I'll make another and come join you."

By the time you've finished the second spear John has already spear the two largest fish and working together you are able to get the last one with your newly made spear.

Less than an hour later, with a nearly full cooler of water, three fish roasting on flat rocks on the fire and clothes that are almost dry, you realize just how much you got done. You stretch out in the shade of the sail noticing the way the young man's eyes feast on your body. You must not look too bad for an old Indian widow. All this teasing has only made you more eager for the main course, and you want to feel that magnificent cock of his as you ride him.

"I'm going to set some ground rules, John." You tell him, "You know ... about us."