) The biggest of the locals was very curious about me. When he saw I was awake, he took out and slowly unfolded a knife. The other two completely igno...ed us. ‘You missionary?’ The accent was thick but understandable. It didn’t matter, because the knife spoke clearly. My knowledge of Haiti was scarce, but I knew that the Haitian people have one of two views on white missionaries. Most love them, they are rich people (by Haitian standards, almost everyone else is) bringing badly needed aid. But. Michael then sat up as the water level here just came up to his waist. "Maybe it would be easier to dunk me here" he said. I agreed and stood up, walked over to him and tried pushing him under with no such luck. I was standing over him pushing down when he suddenly flopped backwards and with me gripping his shoulders I fell forward landing on top of him. His arms went around my waist holding me against him, his head just above the water, neither one of us trying to move. "Looks like you got me". Is Jessica around?”Sipping her coffee, Marie shook her head. “Stayed in the city last night.”“Oh.” Samantha sounded disappointed. “Well, I guess it’ll have to wait.”Marie held the cup in both hands and took a long, slow pull. Already her head was starting to clear a little. “What did you want to talk to her about?”“My yoga teacher.”“What about her?”“She’s the most exquisite creature I’ve ever seen. Six feet tall, blonde, ripped, tits till Tuesday... but I can’t figure out how to approach. 'You have been caught', and without further ado, reached out and took hold of his cock, holding it firmly, feeling its pulsating vein in her hand, 'Mum, feel him', she said to me, turning as she did so, a broad smile on her face, to which I returned, it was the sort of excuse I needed, and within minutes I was on him, taking his hard cock from my daughters hand and began to slowly stroke him.'Mum, WTF'? I looked at Pia, I guess she saw in my face just how much this meant to me, so she fell.