No shaved pubic hair in the late seventies. One of the skinheads was walking past and caught a glimpse of Sharon laying half naked in the sun. I watch...ed as her ran back to tell his mates. The guys had more drink taken than usual, as today was the eleventh of July and tomorrow was the big Band parade the twelth of July. A big day in Ulster. But tonight, there was to be a large bonfire on the beach, which usually turned into a party. My mind was racing. I knew the skinheads were interested in. Then only I noticed her big boobs. As she rubbed then gently they started bulging. Under the wet chudidar they looked like big mangoes inviting me to bite them. I started staring at them. I don’t know when shri moved close to me….and don’t know who started kissing first. In minutes we were in each others arms. I started massaging her breasts as hot air exchanged from our nostrils as we kissed deeply. I slipped one of my hands in to her chudidar, rubbing her soft firm boobs while my tongue. We cut branches and wove them into a hoop and then stretched a circle of rawhide across the hoop. We wet the hide to shrink it and let it dry in the sun.Merv had left his trading post in the hands of a cousin and we visited to buy a pair of small drums. He explained that they were Ute drums, but made a pleasant sound. He didn’t treat us seriously when we said we were interested in Cheyenne drums. I scowled at him and we bought the pair of little drums for a price that Merv never would have. She said with another giggle, giving a wicked look to Markel as he looked at her.Markel was really surprised as she leaned over him and gave him a kiss while whispering in his ear, “What do you say, big brother, would you fuck your baby sister in her ass”? Markel’s cock jumped up rapidly, almost ready to detach himself from Markel’s body and get in her ass on his own, at her suggestion. Lorena’s eyes were fixed at his bulge in his boxers and laughed for getting an instant answer to her query..