That, and smelling her natural, feminine fragrance so close to me along with the scent of mown grass and wild flowers, was having a stimulating effect...and causing those memories of my sister and I, as horny teens, to return.DID she ever think about it? I asked myself again. Was it in her memory, right now, that she had once given herself to me and that I had actually fucked her?What with her so close and hugging my arm to her so tightly, I really wanted to know."Ellie?" I asked as we walked,. After we checked in, both Victor and I went to the pool, because the afternoon was too windy to go to the beach.I was there lying in the sun, when I noticed an old black man was staring at me… or at my toned curvy body…A while later I pay no more attention to him; as I lay there on a chair, closing my eyes. My loving Victor said he was tired and he went directly to bed in our room. He added he needed a good siesta…Soon that old black man was sitting near to me.I smiled at him, but he said not a. The professor was a known expert in the field. After all, it was one of the most prestigious universities in the state.“Fucking white power structure,” she muttered to herself. Her class had just recently finished the unit on slavery, and was now studying southern segregation. Shawna herself grew up in the deep south and had to work against racism for a long time. It had made her pretty angry against the “white power structure” for a long time.Thinking back to her days in the south reminded her. "How much longer are you going to be able to do this?" she asked him on the way home."I hadn't really given it any thought, lass. I'm fifty-five now so ten or fifteen years." What then?" Sell up, I suppose, but keep the house." A bit remote if you're not fit and well still."Reg shrugged. "I'll cross that bridge when I come to it."She invited him in for tea. He stayed for supper. She asked after his son and he was rather more forthcoming this time, telling her about his prison sentence and that.