”“What would we want to do in there? It is a bathroom. I don’t know about you, but most girls don’t want boys around when they are taking care...of their business,” I teased as we went into the bathroom and she locked the door.Inside she started pulling off her one piece suit, stood, faced me, put my left hand on her tit and right between her legs before saying, “The other part of the secret is that I have never let a boy touch me before you. I want a boy to touch me who doesn’t know me and won’t. Then my new acquaintance said to me: “It looks like your turn now!”. “Thanks”, I replied and then stepped aside for them to pass by. Yet before the platinum haired girl walked away, she said: “Thanks again for saving me from dropping on my ass”, she then reached up and with planting a kiss on my cheek, added: “Although it might have been a softer landing if you had let me fall.”.Smiling, she gave me a wink, before moving away with her friend, whom she had obviously translated her last comment. I listened politely but after she was done I let her know that everyone that lived with me was going to get all they wanted to eat if I had any say about it."We will need more help then, for cleaning and skinning your kills. We all know that you can kill plenty of meat for us, more than we can even clean and cut up. That is a wonderful problem to have but there are other women at our old camp that no man will take and they do not have enough to eat," she said."Will they all need to sleep with. "She mused."Speaking of that, I'm cloyed with Cuba already," she whispered confidentially, "And you are no tourist, I can see that." How's that?"She kept silent. I was about to utter some good-bye, when she said as if in an attempt to keep an ongoing conversation:"How long are you staying?" Till I get cloyed, too, I suppose," I smiled bitterly. "What about you?" Till I feel that little tingle that tells me I must go..." Go where?" Away from getting used." Getting used to what?" To things." She.