Petrova was one of the most beautiful ladies in the Kingdom. Her skin was notably fair and blemish free even to my eyes. She had an unusual habit. She...took a shower both morn and night with a peculiar contraption that projected warm water with significant force. It was driven by a concealed hand pump that required the services of four strong men. The ensuing deluge seemed to me to surpass any waterfall I have ever seen. I would have drowned or been crushed by the weight of water had I been. “Whom of us do you like the most?” he asked. “I think you're both cute” I said and added “and very sexy”. “You're very sexy too and I could see when you went away that you have a nice little bubble butt ass”. “Thanks!” I flushed a little bit embarrassed. “So if it was just me, would you like to have some fun?” he asked. I looked at his hot, oriental, muscly body and could hear myself saying: "Yes, why not". “We can go to my place; I don't live far from here” I suggested. “No, my friend is. I gave her chance after chance to confess about her affairs. I told her time, and again, that I didn't disapprove, but wanted to hear it from her own lips. I even told her that her having affairs was exciting to me, and, that I wanted to watch her friends please her, and her, them. I told her that if she would let me watch, and maybe, even, take a few pictures, there would be nothing more said about it. I would quietly come in, take the pictures, if I wanted them, and leave. Without a word. Desmond need my help with the farm. It as well gave me much needed time with my niece and nephews.” I’d go back home about three times a year. I had been in Upper Miami for almost a decade now. I left there not much longer after I had graduated. Desmond was a traditionalist like I mentioned. He took after Pops in that regard. Mom was the one who had dared me to dream and be great. He despised the wave of new. But I often joked about his beach farm in Orlando. Global warming had the real Miami.