I could barely make it out: “Mick.” As she came past me, I caught a whiff of a scent I’d come to know – her own, familiar, swe...t, clean scent, mingled with a faint smell of cigarettes and beer. And there was something else … night air (a motor- cycle ride?) and still something else. No time to ponder it, but now I know it was the smell of him – leather, smoke, and godknowswhat. He was of average or better height, lean but his shoulders were wide. Looked to be. After about forty-five minutes, I lightly tapped her butt. ‘How do you feel?’ ‘I think I am dead and in heaven. That was wonderful. Are you all done?’ ‘Only if you want me to be. If you like, you can turn over and I’ll do the front.’ ‘Mmmm. Sounds good.’ She rolled over and shed the sheet. Now she was spread before me and looking simply drop-dead spectacular. Her breasts (which I figured to be 34Bs) where round and full. Her areolas were large and black, her nipples were nearly a quarter-inch. You’ll both evolve to a much more sophisticated lifestyle. How you deal with that is up to you; but while on the island, you will both fully embrace the whore and cuckold role; understand?” “But,” I interjected, “You’re black.” “Racist need not apply. I explicitly stated that in the add,” Sean replied.“We’re not racist,” I told him, “but we expected our offspring to look like us. How do we explain having a little one that looks more like you than us?”“That’s up to you. You can say the kid’s. Come on," she repeated, tugging at his hand.With a grin, Kayla turned and led the way, her fatigues not quite masking the delightfully shaped derrière in them. Eric felt his sister's grip tighten on his arm, the pressure of her nails quite noticeable. "Down Boy," she whispered. "She has a wedding band on her finger." I wasn't," he whispered back, but he knew he had been caught, then wondered how he could even subconsciously look at a woman's butt with all that was going on. Before he stepped.