When I had him nice and hard and he was giving it all he had, I pushed him off and got up hopping naked across the room. I was excited. I had an idea....I would have some fun."What are you doing?" he asks. "Just stay right there" I say. I go into my closet, reach behind the door and pull out a towel. I walk back over to the bed and say, "Oh, hold on a second." A few minutes later I come back and drop my two items down by the bed. He tries to look over and see what I've got but I push him back and. Sharleen excused herself to go and shower.After he finished chatting to Jack he went to his room, passing her door and hearing her shower. He went to his room, showered and wrapped a towel around his waist. Walking into his bedroom he noticed the mosquito net on his bed was open, though he was certain had been closed when he went to shower. Approaching the bed he noticed she was lying in it, a sheet draped over her work of art.Sharleen called him over to her. He came closer, the droplets of. She was so fucking hot at that moment. I succumbed to my own weaknesses. "Where is Kayla?" I yelled. She stood there shaking as she turned to me. As she turned, I saw her nipples through the mesh of her dress. I could see the areolas clearly. She started to sob in front of me as she looked down at the floor. The look was too much. I told her to come into my room. She walked over to my bed and sat down. As she sat, I noticed her dress rise a bit and show off her naked pussy. I caught a glimpse. The fetish that a woman either fulfills or partakes in is tied to their genetics, with a variety that coincidentally roughly translates to the national boundaries of present-day Earth. Women whose ethnic identity has no known fetish are assumed to have one that has not yet been discovered.A woman's predisposition to a fetish is tied to their genetics, so that their descendants still have a strong desire for it even if they grew up in and/or are citizens of another country. Women inherit traits.