We sat on the river bank chatting and just messing around. About an hour passed by and the tide was now fully in just lapping at our naked feet. To my... surprise, Bev stood up and slipped off her skirt to reveal a pair of panties that matched her bikini top. She waded out into the water and lowered her wonderful body into the cold salty water of the tidal river. Bev then came out of the water and pulled off my tee shirt and told me to join her, I told her I could not as I had no trunks and was. He danced pretty well for not being in war paint, and soon they were in a conversation, which started with Sara asking him about the reputation that native-Americans had in the sack… With such a start, there was only one way the talk could go, but it didn’t follow the usual path. His name was John White Eagle, and he claimed to be a shaman. He told Sara that native-American lore promised much more than simple expertise in sexual lore. Sara's interest was piqued. Quickly, she told Doug and Phil. Or perhaps the fact that I did not bear a child factors into it more. My stomach though no longer flat, is rounded, my thighs flare out in womanly fashion. There is nothing in your eyes that tells me you are displeased or turned off by what you gaze at.You seem unsure though, so I take the initiative and get on the bed to sit by your side, I bend down and kiss you gently on your forehead, letting my breast settle against your upper chest.My lips meet yours and I lead you into a deep kiss. My. I returned to about two feet in front of him. I turned my back to him as I started to dance. I had my legs spread as I started to wiggle and shake my ass near his face. I started to draw a circle with my ass by using my hips. I slowly bent my knees as I started to grind down toward the floor until I was almost squatting. I was undulating my hips erotically as I stood slowly back up.With my legs, straight I bent over slightly looking back coquettishly at Adam. I took my hands stroking my.