For a woman who wears life as a rose in her bosom, Taren Hayes has fucked many men of many different leanings - banana kings, rubber magnates, sarsaparilla distributors and mahogany barons. But every once in awhile Taren enjoys getting it on with another woman who wouldn't think twice about eating her ass. Taren enjoys such escapades for their intrepid rashness and her pursuit of adventure to the brink of danger and a desire for the full pleasures of life. Then she met this special woman, and theirs became a fetterless, idyllic round of enchanted days, barring an occasional ass hair that might get stuck in one's front teeth. Other than that, it was a life full of music, flowers and low laughter. Closing her eyes during these physical occasions, Taren could hear the song of the robin, the parrots and baboons screeching and barking in the trees, imagine the salt taste of the breeze, the diminuendo of the faint surf running along the shore and the treble laughter of native women!