“I was surprised at what I found. The fishing village is entirely geared up to the water, even for defence. They don’t do agriculture; seldom eat ...meat, but trade to get hides for leather. They speak the same language as the others here, but keep themselves to themselves. They are open to trade, and the women took to our soap and shampoo with gusto. The demand is there. All they can offer in exchange is sea-fish products, but they have devised what in effect is a coolbag, being refrigerated by. Her slightly dark nipples topping her soft white breasts poking through the lace. Her slightly tanned body and tan lines outlining her minimal clothing. Lower down, her stomach slightly rounded and her perfect smooth skin. Resting low on her hips, a pair of fine white lace panties, the matching pair. They were tiny, the fine lace barely concealing her flesh tone, a wisp of blonde pubic hair visible above the waistband. The tiny triangle of material pointing like an arrow to the mound between. "I know its hard." she whispered. "But what if she comes home and then fucks around on you again? Look how far you've come, can you imagine having to go through all this again, and would you even bother? I suspect that you'd put the barrel of another gun in your mouth and this time pull the trigger rather than do it all over again. Could you really trust her again after what she did to you?"In that instant, I knew that Kelsey was right even though I really didn't want to admit it. Could I trust. Just as I got my head over the bottom of the window, she had started taking the towel off to which I thought she wasn’t going to turn around. I almost fell off the propane tank, thinking I was the luckiest guy in the world right now when she did. As soon as she was facing the window and I knew she couldn’t see me my cock started getting the biggest hard on I’ve gotten in a long time. Her breasts looked so firm and they were nice and round as well a nice C cup at most. My first thought was to.