Carl invited us to join them, and pulled up two chairs. It was difficult not to laugh as she sat down; she was so awkward as she tried to maintain her...modesty. There was a bottle of white wine in the ice bucket. Next to it were two additional glasses and it appeared that we had been expected. Carl retrieved the bottle and poured out some wine for the two of us. Jeff had an American accent and I asked him what part of the USA he came from."I live in California, in LA to be precise." And what do. I'm sorry." Did you masturbate on one of my towels?"Oh, shit. I put the towel in the dirty clothes in the laundry room. How did she know?"Oh, um, yeah, I kind of did." Well, I found it in the laundry room and knew that I hadn't put it there. I opened it and there was your stuff inside. I know what semen looks like, Sean." Yes, ma'am." Did my sons see any of this?" Oh, no, ma'am, no, oh, no. None of it. I swear." I'm glad of that, Sean." Oh, please don't quit using my sister to babysit because. “Now that we’ve cleared that up; before I tell you what today’s recipe is, Allison has requested some time for relief. Can I assume you’d like some help?”She smiled. “Yes. Manny of course.”She chuckled. “I wouldn’t have expected anything else. Will you need the full five minutes? I’m afraid much of it has already been wasted” she replied, a bitter emphasis on the last word.Allison laughed this time. “No, I’ll be fine with whatever time we have left.”“Very well.”Anything in particular. The upper-classes were mostly white like her but for some strange reason all the young men seemed to leave the island almost as soon as they reached maturity and most of them seemed content to make their lives in the more civilized comfort of a modernized Europe.She had participated in several of the mixed-race games with her identity being completely anonymous and she had to admit the “from behind” humping was a lot more fun when she was unable to see who was making her take it in a shamefully.