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As the sun grew long, his hands began to freely explore the little American that was now firmly planted between his thighs... As Gigi purred like a little kitten, thoroughly enjoying every grope of his large native hands, we headed back to our campsite...

"Y'know," signed Wilona, "They used to tease me about these tits in Junior High. I was so shy about them. But now, I think I'm starting to like them..."

We do, too, Wilona.

Feeling free as the seabirds that occasionally hovered overhead, Wilona gave us some of the most spectacular shots we've taken in a long time. This shot was worth the cost of the trip alone - and we hadn't even seen what Gigi and Windi were yet to offer our lens.

When the band finally did snap, Wilona had a little change of heart.

"Oh go ahead, Deshmo, you know you want to..."

We kept shooting as she covered her nipples artistically.

"Okay, lover boy," Andie murmured, "You're dismissed. See you at the show... in about three hours..."

Three hours?

"Oh, I have to meet with my mechanic before the show and go over some modifications to the stage props."

They were already lining up at the Silver Seal box office for Andie's four o'clock matinee. And mechanical stage props?

"We're going all out, today... you'd better get in line if you want a ticket, kids."

"I know you're dying to see my tits, Deshmo," Andie smirked, "But you can't afford them. Venus Island Girl can't afford them..."

Andie tries on one of the pieces Odete offered, while they engaged in some smalltalk.

In hushed tones, Deximo was able to determine that there was some excursion planned for the main island that evening and that Angel had either forgotten about it, or had more pressing matters that made her clumsily back out at the last minute. Something about helping her friend Candi who was working at a bar called the Bones, and a hastily added comment about having "a makeup oral exam" early in the morning. Then she was off like a shot, giggling nervously.