“I’m still dry,” she announced, pointing her water shoe out.“For now. But when your hook gets snagged, you’ll have to get in anyway.”Lara ...smiled sweetly at me. “Nah, I’ll just call you for help.”“No way. I’m going upstream.”“Go then,” she pouted dejectedly. “Leave me here, all alone ... and all wet!”I chuckled and shook my head. “Whatever! Good luck!” I called out as I climbed through the bushes on the bank.“Bye!”The end of summer is not the best time to go fly-fishing, because the lazy streams. Notgeile Männer, die von der Midlife-crises geplagt sich an junge Mädels ranmachen. Nein, zu dieser Kategorie wollte ich nicht gehören.Und so begann der Abend mit den beiden auch genau wie der gestrige. Ich hatte mir tagsüber einen Motorroller gemietet und hatte damit eine heiße Quelle auf der anderen Seite der Insel besucht, Isabel und Lara waren ebenfalls mit einem Roller in den Bergen unterwegs gewesen. So tauschten wir uns aus und ich war froh, mir in aller Ruhe Getränkenachschub holen zu. ' Or is it mouthful? Whatever.But even the sweetest pair of breasts is meaningless unless they are packaged to draw attention to their fine quality. In the case of Carla, the packaging consisted of a prim looking white blouse just a single size too small. The fabric was somewhat opaque, letting enough light through to prove that she was in fact wearing a brassiere but hiding enough detail so that one would not think of her as cheap or slutty. The top two buttons were undone, allowing me to. I don't drink alcohol, so I only had Pepsi and 7 Up to drink at the bar but I was still pretty exhausted as is. Can't exactly remember but I did end up spilling enough of my drink on my shirt that you could basically see my breasts and nipples through my soaked and pretty much transparent shirt. As the evening went on, wearing a wet, nearly see through shirt, I was still at the bar, chatting with some college students from mainland China. I was with a friend and bunkmate who I'll call Camila.