If someone wanted to look up my dress, well, so be it! Just for now I would luxuriate in the heat of the great golden Australian sun on my pale Englis... thighs. In fact, I thought, it would be rather nice to have a man’s eyes, and hands for that matter, on my thighs. Or better still, my pants …in them, that is. Mmm, lovely thought! I stretched out, resting on the grass, and thinking now how nice it would be to have a man touching me, sliding my pants down and putting his hand between my. Her black pubic hair was trimmed to extenuate her olive-skinned labia. She was masturbating. I watched as her hand pushed urgently up and down her groin, faster and faster. Her breathing was deep her nipples dark and fully erect. She watched me watching her and arched her back and climaxed. Her knees came together around her hand. She closed her eyes as she enjoyed the pleasure she had brought to her body. "Did you enjoy that," she asked me when her eyes opened again. "Yes, probably not as much. Grandma is so naive. If I saw a group of men going into a sealed room with you and staying till late at night, I'd sure be asking questions." Mom, Grandma is either the most naive person on the face of the planet, or she was in on all this." Yes, but I never did figure out which it was. She never slipped out of character. That's hard to do for so many years. I will always wonder, though." I sure would love to see Grandpa's photo collection." He'd be more than happy to show them to you as long. So it was that a party of six poachers set out to the remoter parts along the Lualaba river basin where pockets of gorillas were known to be. They left Kalemie on the shore of Lake Tanganyika on a weeklong trek that would take them to the remotest parts. They were heavily armed, not only to kill their chosen quarry, but also as protection, against the Hutu rebels who still roamed the country in small guerrilla groups.They came upon the family group accidentally. Gorillas are quiet, secretive.