They conversed amongst themselves,until an older looking fellow with a big feathery headdress on spoke to them in their own tongue.He must have given ...n instruction, which they followed.A couple men lifted me up and carried me off the beach with every one else following them.They took me through the surrounding green forest,and eventually came to a clearing amongst the surrounding trees, which was filled with lots of large bulbous mushroom-shaped tents made with a****l skins/pelts and leaves. The loser stood defiantly uncertain of her next move. Harriet, armed with her cane, came to her rescue. "Over you go, darling."Betsy started as though shot. She looked appealingly at all concerned. Dorinda guessed she had been aware of the penalty but had not expected to face it. Or that, even as a loser, she would be excused. "Ha, ha. Very funny," she said unconvincingly."Face the music, old girl," a voice taunted."Six of the best," said Harriet as though it was indeed a prize.Betsy. I wear low cut tops and I have a lot of nip and tit slips in public which I'm very slow to realize. My br(o)ther actually gets off on seeing guys staring at my big nipples. I love it when guys can't take their eyes off of my big tits. One particular evening I had to suck him off. Actually it was more like he face fucked me in a “fa(m)ily restroom. He locked the door, I wanted to leave it unlocked hoping a lady would come in and I could see her reaction.We spend almost every weekend together. . yet; it was the wrong time. Looking back down the road, she saw nothing on it, and heaved a sigh of relief. Now, that she had Stan Brewster alone... she might be able to carry on... from where she had left off, at lunch, when he had rejected her advances. She would know, in just a little while whether or not he was interested. "Why don't you drive around, for a while... maybe we can find a nice... private spot someplace... where we can talk..." she suggested."O... Or... fuck... ?" His.