It was in her flesh as much as it was in the air around her, buzzing in her brain, and she rubbed her mound furiously in an attempt to banish her unwi...ling arousal.A fresh sheen of sweat coated her body, the heat beneath the blanket exasperating the problem, and she finally threw it off her to expose her glistening skin to the no less stifling air. There was nowhere she could go on this miserable planet to escape the muggy atmosphere, and her discomfort only fed into her frustration. She sat up. Mostly. It worked for them. I headed over to the naked trio, Lola absently stroking Jade's cock while Macie was cuddled on the other side.“Miss Lowell,” I said while remembering giving her a sugar pill to trick her into indulging in her passions. That was one of my better ideas. “I was wondering if we could talk.”“Sure,” Lola said, wrenching her gaze from Lalita getting her cock stroked by five different girls. I wasn't sure they were accomplishing much, but the futa looked happy.I stopped. I knew almost everything I need to know about her.Annabelle Sanchez, 1/4 Mexican on her father's side. Happy family, stable economic standings. Her dad's a psychologist, her mom's teaches Piano at Julliard. 17 this year, she's 3 months my junior. Favourite food is macaroni and dislikes coke. She's a huge fan of Yiruma, a famous pianist. A pianist herself, she even dances. And she lives a couple of blocks away from my house!Things got a bit awkward when we got to the do-you-have-a-gf/bf. It was a rare day, one of only a few when the slaves did not labour in the fields for their Dutch masters. These special days all coincided with holy days like Christmas and Easter. Each had a veritable feast, plenty of the local hooch, distilled from the cane sugar and a large open-pit fire.They made music. Mostly with a West African basis, but some Caribbean influences made subtle differences to the cadence and rhythms. They danced frenetically and then, when exhausted by the effects of rum.