Do you have any condoms?”“NO!” I said, probably over-reacting. “Why do I need any condoms? I won’t be making love to anyone, but my left han... for a very long time. I’d be scared to try anything with you, condom or not. I’d want a vasectomy before I made love to my beautiful sister.”“Raymond, you say the sweetest things and don’t even know it. Send me the ad as an email and I’ll post it everywhere I can think of.”“Thank you, Susan. By the way, I never saw that tattoo you have just above your. Her thick honey-coloured hair descended in loose curls to her breasts, rounded mounds with the golden brown of her skin contrasting against the dark blackish-brown of her nipples. The strings of the thong rose up against the curves of her substantial hips, which descended into luscious thighs…….my appreciation for her legs was interrupted by an “ahem”. My gaze darted back upwards to see Maria’s sunglasses down and her brown eyes glaring daggers at me. “Been there long?” she asked pointedly.. She pointed out a place on the property that was adjacent to the resort that would allow for access without inclusion, so folks could be at the resort for one event and not offend the others. I asked her to provide me with some numbers and she pulled out a folder with break downs of the industry and the availability and locations of similar clubs and or resorts that could handle this type of undertaking. She provided me with a building mock up along with construction costs. She had the market. Patty had scored way above her station, she thought. “Uh, come on in! Abel, we have company!” she called out.An average-looking brown-haired young man, looking about the same age as Chrissie, came around the corner, drying his hands with a kitchen towel. “Oh, hey, Patty ... and Fabio?”“Eros.” The men shook hands in a manly way, and Abel gave his hand a pained flex afterward.Soon they were sitting in the living room, Chrissie and Abel on the couch with Patty and Eros in wing chairs across from.