We arrived at the jetty about 7am to find another 7 people already getting their gear ready. There were a couple of female Swedish backpackers, a Dutc... couple, James our guide and two American guys, one of whom was an athletic negro named Tyrone.We introduced ourselves and I couldn't help but notice the way my wife was staring at Tyrone as his shirtless, muscled torso rippled and glistened in the early morning light. I had a stupid grin on my face thinking that at least now she couldn't whinge. "Luna."She stood silent a momemnt, "The capital will not assist us will they?"Killen sighed, "No. Upon learning that I have taken their prince's betrothed as my own mate they have cut us from protection." I should have told you before. I have put our pack in danger because of my own desires."Killen moved inside with her. in the kitchen of his home she warmed his meal for him. "I have yet to ask but it seems you know your way around a kitchen."She nodded, "My mother taught me to cook and clean.. It was made sexier because he never wore underwear either when we were together and his penis and testicles moved easily in my caressing hand. The excitement was heightened knowing we were in public and the odds were great that someone had seen our sexual activity. When we got off the bus it took a couple of minutes before his huge erection subsided .. he never took any steps to hide the considerable bulge in his pants…he loved the fact that women were seeing him sexually aroused.We continued. He had given me a peck when we got home, but now we were really kissing. My knees went weak as he crushed my body to his. I tasted a little whiskey and a little smoke on his lips, but mine must have tasted the same. His hand came up my back and held my neck as our mouths moved together. His lips felt so good on me, and his other hand crept up my side until he found my breast again. Sparks flew. I moaned into his mouth… the drinking all day, the pot… and now his hand on me… if he didn’t fuck me.