Men could stroke their own cock, or some one else’s, much more easily with their clothes off and the women could play with their pussies, or some on... else’s, so much more easily without a dress, a skirt, or panties to get tangled up in.When the evening’s entertainment first started every one in that audience was behaving very respectfully and with proper decorum but once the first naked teens with their gorgeous bodies started appearing all that changed. Trousers started coming off then. Mom was sitting at the table, sipping a cup of coffee."Finally awake, sleepyhead? Breakfast ends in half an hour. Let's get going. I've already called for our cart," she said with a smile.Over breakfast, mom outlined the plans for the next few days. She had something scheduled every day."Today," she told me, "we get a boat at 4:00 for San Maritius. They have a tour of the museum there that will last until 6:00, then we can take a taxi around the island and meet the last boat back here at. They assured her she would never see him again and the sooner she accepted her fate, the sooner the beatings would decrease in number and severity. But Mioki was like an addict without her fix, Darius had become not just a major part of her life, but life itself for her. She couldn't imagine life without him, without his touch, his caress, his throbbing lance inside her.By the end of the second day, the beatings had taken their toll, Mioki had stopped mentioning Darius's name but she could not. “Now that you know that I love you just as much?”“Now, I think I’ve been pretty stupid,” Yren acknowledged.“So, you’re saying you’ll let me have your babies?” Teran smiled, daring to hope and dream.“Yes,” Yren replied simply.“Good,” Teran laughed happily. “Because I want a few more deposits in my womb. The entire time we’re defending the Princess and our town, I want to be awash in your spend. I want to feel you dripping out of me.”Yren looked down at his adopted older sister. The love he felt.