She’s so regular.The other girl, the thinner one, is maybe in a backyard. Tan line shows how her bikini fits. Wet hair across her collarbone. Tits a...e smaller than the other’s, more pronounced. Rectangle of hair. Maybe she’s latina, like me. Sorta’ looks like me, anyway, her face. Maybe she took the hose out of the water barrel; you just see the side of it. This picture looks more like a scan of a print.The first nude’s boob looks soft; the second one’s, not. The second nude has the darker. . thing." On her 'thing'?" scoffed Lynne. "What's her 'thing'?"It was Tim's turn to look embarrassed."Well - her fanny," he muttered."The word's 'vagina'," announced Lynne, scornfully. "I thought for a minute you knew what you were talking about. All you've ever done is watch your sister!" That's what you think!" said Tim, but now he, too, was blushing and confused, and Lynne pressed home her advantage."Anyway, are you saying Catherine's got no tits – or pussy hair?" she challenged, to. ”I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know but curiosity was eating me alive.“It just happened. There wasn’t any build up to it or anything like that. I was actually pissed at him right before it happened.”“Well something had to of happened to get to that point. I mean people don’t stop what they’re doing and instantly fall into sex for no reason.” I knew she was trying to dodge the issue but I had to know.“Okay, fine. We were outside talking and I got up to go inside and grab another beer. When I. Kitik is here but only he, there are no others to be with. I am idle.I speak to Kitik of these things. He tells me it is always so since he comes to this place. It does not trouble him. In the sea Kitik is always easy in the times when it is dull there. I do not like being idle even then, but Kitik is content.Because I have nothing else to do I begin to pay more heed to the land creatures. They make noises often; sometimes it is when the smaller one makes them to us, but they also make many.