After taking off his tank top, Galen walks up to me and we kiss again. I was quivering in his arms while feeling the cool air and the heat of his body... My hands were in his hair as they slowly slid down to his back. Then he sat down on the sand on his knees. I felt his hands up and down my hips. He slowly lifted my halter, revealing a little bitof my stomach. His lips were softly kissing me there.His soft kisses were making me feel weak in the knees. I was still standing when Galen was behind. Dressed in gray.But his eyes, looking at me always, I digging into the soul.I was young but not stupid.To him provoke and infuriate, I became an exhibitionist all the time I was at home. Always with miniskirt, stockings and low-cut blouses.I hadn't big breasts but I was a young girl and had two beautiful apples high and tight. Very attractive to a man. I was not wearing anything under her clothes. I had flesh-colored stockings or black and I sat so that you could see under my skirt.I saw that. After showering, we dressed a little bit more conservedly then headed for the nearest restaurant serving a full English breakfast. After breakfast we boarded one of the many mini buses and headed into town. By four o clock we were laden down with bags of clothes, shoes, drinks and some tasty snacks. Back at our hotel we stripped off and lay down on our secluded balcony to catch the late afternoon sun. We both dozed off only to be awakened by a loud knocking on. The tribal women are generally less hairy. I slid my hands southwards caressing her smooth navel and thighs and reached her triangle… It was moist and a little exploration just inside the juicy smooth fat lips, made her wetness come out and cover my fingers. She was ready..With my other hand, I was caressing her hairs, her cheeks, her lips, her neck and slid to grope her round firm milky boobs … I started slowly squeezing them and milking them… the milk spluttered across on my body.. She was.