During my training in Genealogy, the people doing it used the terms Mor for mother and Far for father, so William, whom we had just left was my Far Fa... and my mother’s father was my Far Mor. It’s marginally quicker to say than all the ‘greats’ and distinct enough to explain to someone else.I had explained it to Di during our drive, who picked it up rather quickly. She’s smarter than her brother gave her credit for. I think he was protective of her because she was all he had left.Anyway, Georgia. Still standing with her back to him, she stretched her arms above her head and spread her legs shoulder width apart. Her runner’s legs, slim and toned, led to an ass worthy of those legs, a drum tight, small, but full round butt. It took a moment before he noticed she was smiling over her shoulder looking back at him. He felt rather sheepish but shyly returned the smile. That’s when Meyra hugged his waist from behind and he felt her big breasts pressing at his back. Throwing back his head he. . It took a second for that to sink in, "Mike, where's Tiff?" She dropped her bags and headed straight for the beach." he said with a grin, "sneaky thing was wearing her bikini under her traveling clothes." His grin faded. I must have had a look on my face that he didn't like. It might have been related to the panic I felt as I remembered Tiffany's declaration that no sane rapist could resist her. "Why? What's wrong?" The place is crawling with mind fuckers! And, they're grabbing women for. The dude had seemed to age five years in only the short time we’d been there.Another of our colleagues was with us, Rick, a late middle-aged Clevelander with leathery skin, platinum blond hair and piercing blue eyes.We called Rick “Rooster” because of the spiky shock of hair he had running along his scalp, which, along with his pointy, chinless face, sort of made him look like a chicken.As Rooster was walking with us, he lamented that “furniture, equipment was starting to disappear from his.