I finally got out of bed and the house was alive with noise as I could hear my niece and nephew playing downstairs. I went to the bathroom and, on an ...mpulse, lifted the lid of the laundry basket. The panties were no where to be seen! After freshening up I went downstairs and into the kitchen, my sister-in-law was busy at the sink and humming to herself, she turned and smiled a big smile at me and wished me good morning. She then wiggled her hips and winked at me. Now I knew where the panties. The island where it is located really was one of the hubs of the slave trade back in the day. The old slave market is one of the tourist sights.I not only fell in love with the place, but as I wandered about looking at the old structures, the seeds of The Sugar Cane Plantation began to form.I won't tell you where it really is. At least not now.I don't think the real owners, if they ever read this piece would appreciate the suggestion that their relatively upscale bed and breakfast was. Especially if she has a man with that masculine nature she needs. Embracing ones true nature will only enhance not only your sex life, but your normal, everyday doings as well.Have you ever noticed when a woman is pregnant? How seemingly her attitude changes? Sure she goes through hormonal hell, but as she goes along, and as she progresses through, she softens. She nests. Ever wonder why?Becaise other than when her pussy is completely on fire from the bluetooth vibrator.Now let me clarify as. ”“I’ll earn your trust, Tony. I promise.”“I trust you.”“But I haven’t shown myself trustworthy. I’m so glad we will be working on the same space.”“Father Andrew...”“Please just call me Andy, Tony.”“Andy, I’d like to introduce you to Melody and Lissa Ames.”“How nice to meet you. Are you Tony’s sisters?” Oops.“No, we’re not religious,” Melody quipped. Sisters? “We’re married.” She kissed Lissa.“Oh. Congratulations. No matter what the law says, we are still restricted from performing such.