Can I ask?” he was so polite, so childishly innocent. I smiled and asked him what was it.“Deepa refuses to believe that your tits are larger than ...ers. I have taken her measurement. Can I take yours, if you have no objection?” it seemed such a simple request I dropped my pallau and extended my arms. Evidently he didn’t wear underwear, his cock was jumping visibly in his shorts. He moved closer, passed a tape around my back, in the process pressed his face on my tit, and brought forward and. I had heard of this place from a native of the islands some years past and this was my time to explore and enjoy. I drove past the little village of Kaawa to a parking lot which was almost empty. I was dressed and equipped for the hike: A back pack with snacks and wine, of course, some wine…and my skimpy outfit…a short dress and tennis shoes. That’s all I needed, plus a blanket for a little nap at the falls. I was on my way. No ordinary tourist was I and there were no tourists here…they. . but an observer would notice right off; something was backfilled here. The blanks on the pine forest floor told me right off that the holes weren’t backfilled artifact diggings. No pot hunter would up and leave those blanks. Besides, most pot hunters don’t backfill ... they are as messy as it gets. Archaeological sites are a disappearing resource.I went back to town ... not that town is all that far away. Sliding down Old Baldy ... that is a problem with the valley; Old Baldy is in the way.. She woke up. Dazed and somewhat lost, she picked her head up and looked around the room. She was drenched in sweat and as she slowly begin to regain her bearings she realised she was grinding her pelvis into the mattress rhythmically. Slowly she brought herself to a halt. She was shaking, and fairly positive that it wasn't sweat that clung her underwear to her still tingling pussy. Kamsi laid on her back very still and tried to slow her breathing. Obi was still fast asleep, drained from more.