She leaned up, took off her headdress and through it across the room. Her anger vented she lay back down, this time resting her head on my lap.'Tell m... about you,' she asked.As I told her about my ordinary life I began to finger comb her hair. Coarser than I was used to it was none the less soothing, to both of us. She asked why I'd never married. Usual story I replied, never met the right one. She asked if I'd been with many black women. She seemed surprised when I answered none. I shrugged. " "It's OK to let yourself go every once in a while, you know. You don't have to keep up your grooming habits 24/7. We're camping, enjoy it." I know, I just hate having hair. I can't stand the feeling of it. I just have to be shaved, all the time, you know. I'm just not comfortable when I'm hairy." "You don't look too comfortable right now, either" I teased. "No, it's OK, I'm not embarrassed," she said, a little too casual. "Well, you shouldn't be. It's OK to be naked out here, no one's gonna. And then I go and act like a little baby at the buffet, so I was already feeling foolish. Your comments about my beer just made me feel defensive. I'm sorry. You were right to check up on me about this. It's all no fair. I like alcohol..."I smiled at her and gave her hand a squeeze, and she smiled back, and we turned to our dinners again.She took a bite of the spinach salad, and looked to approve of the flavor. She watched me put some teriyaki sauce on my eel before taking a bite, and then she. Kissing her never put a crick in my neck, because I was six feet, three inches, so we were on the same level.Beth had the tailor make her flight suit just a little tight across her chest, so her A+ Cup breasts thrust out impressively, when it was warm enough not to be swathed in a parka. Beth’s breasts were perfect as far as I’m concerned. They were cones, high on her chest. They didn’t sag a bit. Her nipples were sharp points, and if I suck them, my wife is going to fuck my brains out within a.