Giulia approached the couple as they were drawing something on the sand, feeling a bit of discomfort as if she was about to interrupt the chats of a couple, but when she noticed what's in Asta's hands... "...un cazzo di gomma?" thought her with surprise in her eyes "...cosa diavolo ci fa 'sta qui con un cazzo di gomma!?"; but as soon as the curvy girl saw the way the nordic one held such a lustful object in her hands as if it was a doll or a toy of sort and the way in wich Alejandro, with awkward glances drew on the sand, made the italian to understand the situation better.<br/><br/>Giulia came to them when most of their talks or explainations were already told but she managed to be there for the example of Asta, as she pointed the male figure in the sand and then the other, skirted figure, saying something; she then pointed at Alejandro repeating the words she used before for the stickman and then to herself and, this time, she also pointed at Giulia <<Tytto>>. Giulia looked at them with her arms crossed beneath her ample bust, unadvertidedly raising and placing her bountyful breasts up over the shelf of her arms as she inwardly giggled at the word Tytto, kinda reminding her of how close many words of the world were: Tytto in her scandinavian language... Tette in italian... Tits in english... "heh..." she tought "Il mondo accomunato dalle tette".<br/><br/>Still, being Giulia at the back of Asta, she couldn't have seen the sparkle of realization hitting the young girl, she just saw, trough her heavy glasses, the nording girl knelt and moving the vibrator between her legs and moving upward, right where her opening lied. Uncrossing her hands and ready to go away, thinking that the nordic girl, using the sterotypical freedom that imbibes such populations, was about to use that rubber-made cock right there and right now, but as soon as she felt a wave of awkward-induced blush in her cheecks, she heard the young girl to gasp and throw that humming thing in the sand. As if Asta touched a cursed thing, Giulia saw a certain discomfort in the blonde girl's face and eyes, even reading fear.<br/><br/>Giulia tried to approach her and touch Asta's shoulders <<...Non ti preoccupare...>> said her with calm voice <<...è... è normale...>> but her words were not heard nor listened to and the young girl just ran trough the trees. She saw her to run. Alone. In an unexplored island.<br/><br/><<ASPETTA!>> yelled the curvy italian girl, an hand moving in her direction, in a silent hope of calming her, yet, she only saw her blonde hairs to disappear in the darkness of the forest in front of them. Giulia looked in the eyes of Alejandro and nodded <<Io vado>> and with that, she ran in the same direction, pressing her soft feets over the holes made in the sand by Asta's frightened feets; "Oh boia... ma che le è preso?" tought her while running into the jungle, feeling not the fears of a jungle but the need to help the other girl, to comfort her "...anche se è vergine un cazzo è sempre un cazzo... mica morde..." tought her with a pout before taking a deep breath, feeling the hot sun to leave place with the fresh darkness of the jungle, feeling her heavy breasts to jump and bounce heavily at each step she took.