I tanned the hides as best I could, enough to keep them from stinking when wetted, with the view of making shoes and clothing later, perhaps more wate... containers if I might.I did see what they were busy with, large fish teemed these waters, so I contrived a twine and nail line myself, rather than the netted poles they seemed to favor, and caught numbers of the weighty red fleshed sea-bounty. I saw that the native camps were drying the splayed open fish in the sun, so I emulated their local. I can tell you that i somehow started many years ago, in kindergarten. We had a number of the lovely inflatables there and I remember the joy of riding them all the time. Even though nothing more happened back then, of course, the memory stuck with me.Over the years I sometimes remembered the times when I saw one in a shop window or anywhere else.One day some years ago I finally convinced myself to buy one second hand. Which colour should I go for? Well, that´s easy. There was one yellow horse. After dinner drinks and everyone was in the lounge. The two boys were sitting together facing Ala and Ang, Darren still starting at Ala’s legs and feet while the rest were detached, but still talking about Ala’ single position and the fact she hadn’t had sex in over two years.‘Maybe it’s a girl you want Ala’ said Ang, and with that she leaned over and kissed Ala on the lips. Hesitating at first Ala pulled back but thought what of it, and in a move designed to show she was not frigid she opened. As she lay there, it was quiet momentarily. It sounded like someone was throwing clothes on the floor. He was going crazy with animal passion. He couldnt wait anymore. He had to have her. This time when he got back onto the bed she felt the hair on his legs as he straddled her to get back between her legs. But she also felt his manhood drag across her leg. She became excited with the exception of his manhood entering her. But she was surprised to feel the syrupy, edible lotion covering her.