“You wanna see exactly what a squirt appears like?” Lawan stinks forward and looks intently at Maylin´s dripping vulva as obvious warm begins receding from it. Then Maylin climaxes, outdoors, in the wood.   “You don´t have a bra!” Lawan and Maylin shield from the extreme heat of the afternoon relived grins, in the wood heap. Looking across to each other they compare their breasts, Lawan´s nipples small and lovely and Maylin´s nipples. “You want touch?”