I kissed her madly for very long time. Then I tried to tear the strings of her blouse with my teeth. It was really heavenly experience. I was successf...l in that. Same thing I did with her Bra Straps. Both were torn. I again started kissing her back. I nearly watered her back with my tongue. Then I massaged her back for a short time. By this time I had not seen her 35″ BOOBS. For seeing that lovely pair of milk melons I turned her back and she was facing me. Slowly and steadily I removed the. Then the girls twirl round waving both scarves while the men stamp and clap. In the circles the girls hold the other end of the next girl’s scarf so each hand has two ends in it. The bit that gave me the idea for my revenge on John was the finale. Apparently this scarf dance is a courtship ritual – a sort of ‘Ladies Choice’. A loaded choice if you ask me. The partner you start with is the partner you end with. At least the version we saw is rigged. Maybe it wasn’t when the peasant girls danced. It was like we were being visited by a ghost. Jokingly, Bryers suggested Tarzan. We asked the locals, all of whom were mum and awed to silence about our enigmatic visitor. At last one of them, in a reverent whisper, said something about a ‘golden queen’ but would say nothing more. We were completely mystified. It was only when we moved the security and infrared cameras around that we got our answer. Our visitor was not a he but a she. She was gorgeous, flowing blonde hair, trim athletic. . Hell I was 16 or 17 at the time. We ended up going into the tent and laid on top of our sleeping bags. Ronnie brought some toilet paper with him. We both stripped off our pants. I reached over and grabbed his cock. He was flaccid, and I thought it was like holding my own while taking a pee. Ronnie reached over and grabbed my cock and said you're already hard ( which I was ). The conversation turned to fucking. Now, I was with a couple girls by this time and knew what to do. I did not know.