We were now at an age where other kids were beginning to talk about sex, and we were obviously anxious for no one to suspect that we had been engaging... in it for years, so we feigned complete ignorance. As a result, everyone wanted to tell us what they knew about it. There was some authority for the idea that most women required foreplay to get them excited to the point that they could cum. We couldnt rely on what others told us, since we were told outrageous things that we knew from our own. One day, I was visited a very remote village, situated in very deep in forest, but I was wrongly visited to another tribal village which was not in map. I shocked; there were rare women accordingly men. Every man allowed to sex with any women. Every woman fucked 5-6 times with different man. They were not using protection. That time half of the women were pregnant and burden of sex moved to another women. Only I was there who was in clothes else all were naked. They were no hairs in their. " "You said you didn’t want to keep pretending," she said, puzzled. His hands felt warm and a little rough on her bare shoulders. She tried to focus on the words instead. "That's right." He smiled. "I want to do this for real, Connie. I want to be your boyfriend for real." "You do?" He nodded. "I should have said it a long, long time ago. I especially should have said something after last weekend. I was afraid you would think I was only saying it out of obligation, so I held off. I'm sorry." He. Even with her hair plastered down to her cheeks and every drop of makeup washed off her face, Tamara was breathtakingly beautiful to me. Her perfect breasts, (again-just perfect to me), bobbed in time with her step and streams of fresh rainwater trickled down her thick thighs, seemingly designed to protect her delicate cunny. She was shivering and I reached out to hold her. "You are freezing, Tamara." I am very cold," she admitted, her teeth chattering. "I'm going to take a hot shower. Care to.