I looked down to pee and noticed I was looking at his cock more than mine. He was doing the same. I looked around and noticed we were the only ones in...the bathroom. I let go of my cock and let it hang loose. "Do you want to touch it Kim?" I asked. He just nodded as he reached over and caressed my stiffening cock.I looked over at him and licked my lips.He said, I know...He was pulling on my cock as he responded, inside we both wanted more.We heard someone entering the bathroom so we quickly. Li would sometimes stare for hours at the one, a landscape shot showing navel to knees with back of the dress spread like a pair of open wings, that focused on her exposed open pussy, with the red and blue accents and the dragon tat. She had a print of her own, while I kept a blown up (larger than actual size) one in my office, on my wall for all to see. It was striking, she was beautiful and she was so thankful for the reminder.The staring eyes and frozen conversations followed us as we moved. It helped him with his sense of insecurity about such matters and I was able to get my real satisfaction from the other male members of the tribe when they had an opportunity to “take advantage” of me at odd moments.With the still confusing “laws” of the tribe, I tended to feel my way and act dumb when they came to me all angry about another violation of the code.The tribe was not what one would expect in the depths of the jungle. In fact, there were several almost white appearing small ones. Not even the non-sexual parts. It was as if, out of sight out of mind seemed to be the rule for the day.At one point I asked her. “Are we going to talk about what happened?”“No.”“Why not?”“Because I’m a good girl and GOOD GIRLS don’t ENJOY getting RAPED.” And she broke out crying and ran to our room and slammed the door.Two and a half weeks went by nothing further was discussed yet everything seemed ok, although we hadn’t made love since before that weekend. Because of her blow up when I.