We went straight back to the hotel and Jane straddled my face while she told me how the Moroccan had climbed up behind her and reached round and under...her T-shirt to fondle her tits and massage her nipples which were soon erect and hard. She felt his cock pressing against her arse and he pushed her forward along the horse’s neck so he could pull her skirt up from under her and she kept her feet in the stirrups so her lovely bum was in the air and her pussy accessible to his throbbing knob. He. She looked a little bit flustered when she said, I have something kind of weird to ask you. With a skeptical look, I responded, I dont really like the sound of that. Well, I figure youre old enough to hear this sort of thing. If were really going to go out tonight and find me a guy, Im kind of nervous that my……uh…… Spit it out. She finally blurted, Im worried that my underwear is too old-fashioned. I was not really prepared for that. I hesitantly said, Im not sure how I can help you with that.. Simon's answer is more a primal scream than anything that might be intelligible."STOP IT, I THINK I AM GETTING AN IDEA." The Authors voice booms."You can't be, I'm down here," comes from Simon's trousers. Simon just moans.Around them, the Primal Columbian Jungle shivers and fades. An arid mountainous landscape replaces it, it is now daylight and high on the peak of a nearby mountain can be seen a great temple, with huge classical columns."Oh boy, are you in the shit now dust-ball." Simon. She attended her legs, and then cautiously shaved between her legs, trimming, rather than completely ridding herself of hair. No boys, no bikini, no bare pubes. Done, she slid back the curtain and dropped the razor in the trashcan.How many cans of Venus shave gel and packs of pink razors remained on American shelves, she wondered. How many bottles of Herbal Essence shampoo and conditioner? All the perishables had long since rotted in the refrigerated bins and display stands of stores, but air.