There was not even a fireplace, just some lattice-covered holes in the floor."I don' even..."I bent and kissed her for a while and explored her lush, ...oung body while I did. She seemed to enjoy the process judging from the throat noises and wiggling. She was all smooth curves and deep recesses, yielding and squirming very nicely and kissing me back. I easily popped one of her hard breasts out of her shift after I got her top shirt-buttons loose. I was straining the fastenings on my cod piece by. The cycle of tides had become a daily flow in our activities. I had tossed the last vestige of civilized time into the evening fire.We were hunting.I was perched on a tree branch high above a faint game trail the girls had found. I was naked except for my genitalia that were stuffed into a loose leather jock-like pouch. I had learned early and painfully why the savages in National Geographic always seemed to be wearing something like this in the bush. I held a heavy but well-balanced spear. As I came out, I spied the back of her chosen as he went forward, presumably to his own compartment. He appeared content, without a look of guilt at his rail-borne fling, or arrogance at conquest. How unique; my experience is that men go one way or the other, but rarely are merely content after a night of "illicit" passion.I dressed and went to the dining car for breakfast.The train was rolling beside a mountain stream as I was seated, and the shadows of our passing flickered over the tumbling,. Then Megan appeared in the window wearing her pale blue lingerie and stockings from the afternoon! It was the first time I'd seen the view and I was amazed how visible she was from the street! As I focused the camera on her, Megan had climbed onto the bed and was dancing about with a drink in her hand, seemingly oblivious to the open window!Slowly she unsnapped her bra and let it fall, revealing her tits! She casually stroked her nipples to bring them erect and then reached for her panties,.