For Auntie's Island harbors a deep, deep mystery of its own. It always has. Always. I know what it is, of course; and, as is the case in all good myst...ry novels, I will present certain clues to the reader as we progress. Some of you will figure it out before our tale is done. Others will be so disbelieving about the whole thing, that the nature of the mystery will be lost on them entirely. But belief is something that you either choose or not.And lastly (unlike Douglas Adams), there will be no. ..” no word came to me to finish the sentence, but my k** brother knew what I meant. “I dunno,” Billy said, the skin of his upper-body was still tinged with an embarrassed-red-hue, though the grin he wore on his face belied any shame he might have been feeling. “I guess the first time we really messed-around was last year at Christmas, when we had all that snow.” It took me a second to realize that there hadn’t been much in the way of snow the previous Christmas, and it had been the year before. She screamed, “Please show me heaven.” I started removing her dress while she started removing my shirt. I then started from her legs and kissed all of her. I slowly moved to the thighs.I then put my mouth in between her thighs to the stomach and pressed her boobs. She enjoyed it a lot and started moaning. I then left her and went on to the kitchen where I got my Nutella bottle. We had talked about it in our text conversation. I opened the bottle and applied it all over her naked body.Then I. After dancing for a while, making sure I rubbed against a few guys and let them get a few glimpses of my barely hidden butt, I sat down for a break. But soon, one of the guys I had teasing on the dance floor approached me.He asked if he could join me and of course I accepted his nice company. The guy was quite hot and handsome; but he looked to be a gay…He introduced himself as Vernon; I smiled at him, he was very cute…My girlfriends finally came to the table, saying they would go to a party.