And then she started to raise and lower herself slowly. By the look on Uncle Don's face, he was perfectly content to let Aunt Linda do this! Through t... e closed windows I could hear muffled speech, but I couldn't make out what they were murmuring to each other, except every once in a while when Aunt Linda said, "Oh, YEAH!" To think only that morning I had strained, unsuccessfully, just to get a peek at one of her breasts, and now I was looking at her completely naked with Uncle Don, whom I'd. ..and she was making no protest...just looking dreamy. I said, as a final test, knowing she hated the word: " Ah Susan...these two nice fellows are here to give you some real Jamaican hospitality tonight.. some big, thick black hard Jamaican cocks, and you are going to return that hospitality by giving them some tight, wet, pink American housewife pussy." Both William and Cecil grinned widely, and Susan just swayed in William's arms dreamily...no reaction at all. I knew what I said wasn't. “There ARE, actually. There’s a rumor that Brad’s all about kinky shit and you’re vanilla to the bone. There’s also a whisper that you’re beating her.”“If only,” I said dryly.“I snubbed that rumor. I pointed out that you’re a professional fighter. If you were beating her, she’d be too scared for her life to risk pissing you off.”“So that leaves Brad being a hardcore deviant,” I said with a shrug she couldn’t hear.“Well, you can learn all his best tricks from his poor neglected wife when you get. It actually took nearly an hour and a half to get to the airport. Sam dropped me off, lifted my bags out of the car, then argued with me when I tried to tip him. I finally persuaded him to take the twenty dollars when I pointed out that taxi fare would have cost me a lot more than that.He thanked me, went and got me a trolley and then got back in the bus and drove off.I pushed my trolley inside and joined the queue to check-in. Fortunately, because I had a first-class ticket, I had a priority.