Tarzan

It was Tarzan. His lean muscular body was gleaming with sweat and only his crotch was covered by a small loincloth.

"You ok?" Tarazan said helping her up. He had deep piercing eyes.

"Yes," Jasmine said, admiring his tight body.

Tarzan was about to leave when Jasmine stopped him.

"Wait," she said.

Tarzan turned towards her.

Jasmine didn't know what to say. She knew Tarzan was seeing Jane, but then Jasmine blurted out...