The extent to which we would like to be truly stranded on a desert island with this sweet blonde Aussie can not be measured in depth of passion, o even how many bambini we would make with her during our castaway years, it's più a sense of an entire body pulled da sextastic gravity toward a fantasy of being stranded with Indiana and her fully-ripe coconuts. It's going to take più than a three ora tour to satisfy those kinds of needs. Enjoy.