‘Yes, John, many times’ She said and let her head drop. ‘Do you need to know the details?’ ‘No, but I do need to know if you ever fucked him...before that day?’ ‘We had played sexually a few times but never fucked,’ She admitted sounding lost. I sat silently, unable to think of words to speak. Even with all I had done and all I knew of island life, I could never have imagined Alicia and Greg as lovers. After a minute or two of silence she began to cry. But still no words came to my lips. I knew. We made eye contact and a quick smirk from her to me as I watched her place her left leg up on a chair to get the inner part of her thigh as she quickly rubbed her pussy while she smiled and watched me. Then, she did her chest, rubbing it all over her shoulders, down to her huge tits that just want to pop out of her swim top. She discreetly pulled one out just enough to flash me her nipple, gave it a little pinch and quickly tucked it back away as k**s run around and both of our spouses stand. 'Should we call you Mr Wright or step-daddy.' said the younger one, the mocking tones in her voice clear to hear.I looked down at the floor unable to give a reply. The younger one had been called Charlotte; I did not know what her adoptive name was.'I think that we will keep this strictly business and call him Mr Wright.' said Cindy. I swallowed deeply, my mouth dry, watching as the sisters agreed.I sat like some kind of dummy totally overawed by the two women.'I consider that you owe us. ’ I sat down next to her on the bed and took her hands in mine. ‘Tell me, please.’ ‘You remember that first night in Hawaii when we were walking on the beach and we were talking?’ ‘Yeah, I remember, we were talking about kids, but what has that got to do with . . . Oh my God. You’re pregnant, aren’t you?’ I looked at her and I felt my frown lift as the realization dawned on me. ‘Are you happy about it?’ Cheyenne asked carefully. ‘Happy, if we weren’t in a hospital I’d shout with joy. Cheyenne.