Music is in the bones of most every Bahamian. Music could be heard as we walked near the ocean and past various historical buildings. We could hear st...el drums beating out fast tempoed music called, ‘goom-bahhh’. This music is in their heritage and is used both for story telling and dancing. We decided to walk to the beach and join in the festivities surrounding the music. We sat in a cabana for a good portion of the afternoon enjoying the music and each other. It was nearing dinner time and. "Maybe," I answered, wondering just how sore I was.That was all Carla needed to hear. She leaned over and gave me an open-mouthed kiss, shoving her tongue halfway down my throat in her eagerness. Almost before I knew what was happening, she had eased her hand down and was gently rubbing circles around my clit. After a couple of minutes of building my expectation, she shoved two fingers into my cunt, deliciously finger fucking me.Speaking of delicious, her breast was. I know, I know. They're. "Well... , some of those little Indian females are very pretty, but they look like they're half starved. They may not be strong enough to hold their own against one of the little Oriental women once the two of them got into it," Mr. Ownsby said. "It could turn out to be a very short fight." Maybe we could make it longer if we allowed them to fight until one of them won—then let the woman who wins have her way with the female who loses if she wants. That might make it go quite a bit longer."Once. I MOANED like I never ever had. The size, the thickness even the color was intoxicating. He was rough to start and I wanted it. I was so tight but it didn't stop him at all. He kept pounding me and pounding me and pounding me. He would grab one of my tits, suck on the other and have one hand on my ass all while he fucked me. I wanted it so bad, it felt like I was losing my virginity for the first time. All of a sudden he pulled his dick out and stood up...I was so sad and angry I said "hey,.