Very slim with small but cute boobs and nice and clean without hair body. We were like real close in comparison to other cousins but used to meet less...due to long distance.We used to meet on different family occasions only and used to spend most of the times together. We used to drink, dope, discuss lives together. She used to share all her dirty secrets with me, like the time she got physical and all. We used to know everything about each other.But never got attached physically as there were. As various signals were used and the shore birds arose lookingfor scraps, the group shared a lovely breakfast on the balcony anddiscussed their shore leave plans. Thoughts of the troubles from lastnight were forgotten as the pleasures of stepping onto firm land andexploring this island paradise became the focus.The two female dominants were reviewing the island brochures with a focuson the market area and were planning their attack. Rick was reviewing ajournal about the health practices. We found ourselves uncontrollably bumping into each other. I didn’t mind. Sonal was as beautiful as anyone I have ever seen. The drinks and the music and the sight of her swaying butt and tits soon left me a leaking dick. My cock was trying to push a way out of my pants. During next song, Sonal was dancing with her back to me. Her hair brushed against my face. Suddenly, she lost her step and she fell into me. I caught her by the waist and pulled her back to her feet. I could feel her full. It’s very personal.”“Oh? Not even off the record?”I rolled my eyes. “I’m extraordinarily secretive.”Marc nodded, like I was challenging him. He was fairly attractive, with the James Bond tailored tuxedo thing going on. First base. Huh. I could go there. Second too, maybe.“You know, I’ve always been very intrigued by your use of colour. Using prints as blocks? D’you think we could set up an interview to discuss it in more depth?”My heart thumped in alarm.“We’re discussing it now, aren’t we? My.