She dressed before going ashore and was again as beautiful as ever. Looks like I'm the only one yet

organically not very fit into the locality and population of this sparsely populated, almost wild ocean island. Not that I, as a stranger on this earth, sharply differed from everything here, despite my own already almost the same as Jane's tan. But I was just a stranger here and stood out sharply against the background of everything local.

We were south of the Indonesian islands. Outside the equator.

These islands had no names and were themselves in the ocean on their own, just like their local alien-friendly population.

This rarely went ships, and especially such as ours, cruise yachts. The northern part of the Indonesian archipelago was more or less

inhabited. And tourists, there was enough from around the world. But here we were rare. And the locals even organized a holiday in our honor. By order of the local leader of the tribe of the natives.

For the first time in my life I tried some local wines from different fruits and plants. Some delicious ocean fish, which has not yet been eaten in life. In general, I liked everything here and I probably would have stayed here if it were not for my friends and the yacht Arabella.

Daniel picked up a local girl. And here it was normal and not forbidden. I even offered a woman myself, but I had my beautiful Jane. I remember how she responded to this suggestion of the leader. She was outraged by her and very much. But my refusal was a polite offer that calmed her down and returned her to a normal mood.

- If only I tried! - I remember, she said - If only I tried to gobble up with the local bitches! - Jane was, remember in

furious rage. She poked me sitting around the campfire with a tribe of Indians in the side of my hand, if I, a little, slightly somehow approvingly reacted to the dances of local young girls or to their attempts active with me

communication Her black eyes, like wide open eyes, sparkled with anger and sparkled.

- ABOUT! What jealousy! - I said - Yes, you're just crazy with jealousy!

- I would walk to the side! - indignantly arranged for me to delay the undeservedly my beloved Jane alone. She quickly left the local festive gathering around the campfire with the tribe lifting me behind her to retire from the holiday. Jane quickly led me to the ocean. Clutching her hand and clinging to me sideways, she scolded me for my views on the local girls. This was my first can be said already as a family vyvochka Women!

I was already for Jane as a property. It is in feminine style. All of them are selfish and single-faced, albeit incredibly beautiful.

I did not even make a single attempt on the side, and she was in indescribable rage from the feminine jealous anger. Just because

next to us sitting there were young, still soplyuch local Aboriginal girls.

Jane is the ringer. She looked at their embarrassed giggles and interested looks at me a foreigner and Jane is unbearable as my mistress infuriated.

- "My jealous Jane!" - Thought, looking lovingly at his Jane, and

humbly taking out her butt to the side with a girl's elbow - “How do you turn me on! Even with this wild feminine feminine jealousy! ”

We left to have fun at the fire with the local tribe and the girls of our Daniel, and now we were walking along the surf of the waves near the shore, raking the waves of the waves with our bare and bare feet.

“Yes, wild primitive places,” I continued to think, “With a not very large population of islands, living both on this island itself and

and in the huts on the water itself.Standing on tall wooden pillars of local trees and going far from the coast into the bubbling ocean water. ”

It was also beautiful underwater, as on that atoll. Also full of coral fish and full of sharks. In addition to fishing, the local population is also engaged in pearl fishing.

In the ocean itself, far from the coast, were their huts, and we looked at them standing right in the stormy ocean waves.

- They are not afraid of storms! - I said, loudly interrupting the sound of the surf in front of my walking Jane and showing her to the reed huts and the boards of the local Aboriginal fishermen standing above the water far from the shore with a grass palm roof.

- They are used to! - my favorite jealous woman Jane answered loudly - They are used to everything! I wish I could stay here!

- I, too! - I told her - Maybe we will stay here after everything ?!

- Do not mind, darling! - she suddenly turned, smiling at me in the evening sunset with a beautiful white-toothed smile. Somehow quite differently not like before - If you stop making eyes at the local girls!

- My beloved Jane! - I jumped up to her and hugged me and pressed me to her - Besides you there are no other women for me! - I kissed her

lovely full female lips and she kissed me and barely broke away from the kiss, rolling her eyes under her eyelids and breathing deeply

pinned to my chest with her full black with a tan hard protruding nipples in a white long shirt chest. I grabbed her for

round ass and flexible like a cat thin waist, feeling her navel pinned to my stomach, her trembling in the breath girlish black from sunburn, like the chest tummy.

- I will build a boat for myself and I will be engaged in fishing and pearl fishing along with everyone else - I said - and I will forget who I am and where I am from.

“I would like that too,” said Jane.

Jane was happy. Her zeal for me towards the local young aborigines disappeared like a hand. Jane was hot-tempered, just like a burning Latina, but quickly quick-tempered. Here she was already

such as it has always been, even more beautiful. She just flourished from my to her crazy, unrestrained love. My jane Her jealousy was quite appropriate. She was madly in love with me and was now closely tied to me by these bonds of mutual love.

Jane turned back to me - Nice place! - she said loudly - A lot of hot sand and clean. Most, that! Sunbathe at sunset and swim my beloved! By splashing in the warm ocean water under the breath of fresh breeze and the singing of island birds.

Jane ran away from the surf above to the shore and freed herself from denim shorts and her white long shirt, to her new striped swimsuit. The same as he was white on thin straps and locks, which she had to throw away as spoiled.

She was now happy and madly again in the evening island coastal this sunset is beautiful. Especially in the rays of the setting sun. Almost completely naked like a sea nymph. Her skin just shimmered with a black coal tan in the bright setting sun. A sort of mermaid of these sandy islands, Jane rushed past me, jerking my hand into the ocean salt water at the very surf and dived straight into the waves.

She emerged and shouted, calling me to her in the waves rushing to the sandy shore.

I, too, ran up to her clothes lying on the sand. He threw off his only light trousers rolled up by his trousers and rushed into the arms of the ocean and his beloved sea temptress

splashing and laughing from happiness in the turbulent coastal waves of the beauty nymph. I rushed into the arms of my beloved Jane, and we, embracing together, swam, diving into the surf of the sandy beach alone

this evening lonely under the setting evening bright sun quickly setting over the horizon. We splashed like children in the salty evening and warm ocean water not far from the shore.

It seemed we were alone in this world. Lying on the hot evening white coral sand, we did not even notice the local aborigines

fishermen are not so far away from us in boats, aside, from their fishing huts, which stand above the water on wooden piles.

Perhaps they saw us sitting on that sand, embracing and admiring the evening sunset, and not paying much attention to us, were engaged in their fishing business.

It was a real paradise. Sea love paradise ... Read more →