It was probably ten minutes of tongue-craziness. Mark even did some additional cleanup on Donna. Eventually, the girls both looked pretty good. Howeve..., they were both “sticky” and decided to head for a shower. Neither put on a top. They both hung beach towels around their necks and over their boobs and away they went.Mark and I stayed naked and pounded a few more beers. It was dark with a slight breeze and thankfully there were very few bugs. We talked a little bit about how much we both like. Her cheeks were very soft, I was just slowly playing with them and suddenly I feel my cock is bulging. I really like that feeling, slowly i moved my hand to her ears. I moved my hands slowly caressing her ears, neck. She said bro stop it, your act is ticking me. I asked her if she mind’s.Me: hope you don’t mind caressing you.She: your my sweet my bro, why will I mind.Me: I know, am just checking with you. How does it feel?She: it feels nice, am feeling like you are my own bro after some time. It’s so arousing.” I groaned, ready to cum again, “You’re killing me.” I stood up and went to the balcony. Liliana joined me asking, “Are you feeling ok?” laughing.I laughed with her, what else could I do? I never found myself in such a situation, but I liked it so much that I was ready to repeat it again.She briefly laughed, then stopped and said, “Lucky you! I would love to have Paolo being so risqué and make me cum during dinner with people around us.”“Right? It was amazing. He’s a pro, I. There apparently was a Southern way through the mountains, too.We debate what to make of this man passing through the valley that we had always considered ours. We were split on what his presence might mean and, more to the point, what to do about him, if anything. I wanted to talk to him, see if he had useful information about the other side. Tupac was nervous about showing ourselves. And he had a good point to his concern, of course. Making our presence known, clearly appearing to be slaves.