She was, as she had laughingly told me, a history child. Her genes reflected, in a small way, the ethnic diversity of her island. She claimed that the...e was some Hawaiian, some Chinese, some Portuguese, and some Dutch in her. Those he was sure of, but there might be others, she had told me. The mixture had produced an exotic beauty with skin just a tad darker than most Europeans. Her dark eyes had a slight almond shape, a hint of the Oriental, and were one of her attributes that earned her the. I had on my swimming shorts and an old t-shirt with the arms cut off. We both wore flip-flops. I was also wearing my industrial strength jock strap because I knew my big ram was going to get exited; it always did at the pool. It had a big enough pouch for a baseball cup so there was plenty of room for my massive root.So we sat side-by-side in the shade at an old table and chatted and ate and drank weak lemonade which was all they had. The conversation got around to boy friends, and she grinned. "Please do so," grunted Seremides as he moved even further back towardsthe fire which was now perilously close to his back. "I am not soconceited as to be irritated by constructive criticism." Your defence on the whole is good, but lacks the sophistication to turnmy blade at the crucial moments permitting a counter strike." I see." Seremides didn't dare risk glancing down to his wound, fortaking his eyes off his enemy would be a fatal move, but I could seethat the cut had gone deep. Seremides. "Vanessa began breathing heavily. "I like being ass-fucked. I like it a great deal. It's never hurt me. But I've only vaguely thought of using a strap-on. It took me a minute to remember that pegging was strap-on, woman to man. Definitely for bad girls. Let's try it. Molly Anne, have you done this before? Pardon me if I scratch the itch this discussion has started." She began to finger herself."Oh yes. Darlings, this will get a little complicated. May I choreograph it? Incidentally, Vanessa, it.