"On the top stair of the house Alyssia's father was waiting. "Wow, my girl, you look ravishing and unusual. You are going to be the beauty of this wed...ing, just as it should be."In a daze she let her father take her up the aisle towards the impromptu altar. Her eyes locked on to Alexander's. Tall, handsome, dressed to be Pan, but looking more like Robin Hood with his muscular arms and narrow hips. A mix of happiness and sensual excitement carried her through the wedding. She heard herself. Michael was always generous that way. The sex that night, was, as usual, good. Michael was a considerate lover and even if he came before me he would ensure that I too was pleasured. Sometimes I didn’t mind that he had come and I had not. I just enjoyed having him inside me, listening to his grunts and groans, feeling his push and thrust, loving the scent and smell of him. The crothless panties were a real turn on. In the restaurant car park, before we drove home, Michael pushed me up against. There was no way I was sending her back to her apartment. ‘Excuse me,’ I said, getting up and walking back into the kitchen. My aunt was talking to Juan, the morning cook. I ‘harumphed’ my throat a couple of times and when she turned, she gave me a smile. ‘Jim, will you please tell Juan that not everything has to be so goddamn spicy.’ ‘Juan, not everything has to be so goddamn spicy. Aunt Claudine, I need to speak with you a moment, please.’ She turned to me and I saw Juan give me a wink. I. We wanted a presence in case somebody wanted to contest our right to the Keys. Hank set up a rotation system so that every man would get a chance to do "occupation duty" in Key West. It was kind of a working R&R.Meanwhile, the march to the north was organized. The vast majority of the population of South Florida was concentrated along the Atlantic Coast, most of whom were servicing the gambling and prostitution establishments congregated close to the beaches. The prostitution union was the one.