” Cass jumped into his arms. She was back where she belonged, with him.Epilogue - Ceremony of RosesIt is a beautiful June day off the east coast of ...artinique in the Caribbean. The island went by the name of Îlet de la Grotte, or in Antillean Creole, Island of the Cave. On the shore you could see a small gathering of people. The closer you got the more it became clear it was some type of ceremony.Eric and Cass were standing just off the beach of the island they now called home. Their friends. They were farmers and very poor. My dad got a gig driving moonshine from Tennessee to Georgia. I was in the car when they were arrested. I never saw them again. That gives you a little different outlook." "I'm sorry, Riggins. I didn't know. Did you love them a lot?" "No way you could know. To tell you the truth, I was glad to get away. My dad was a mean son of a bitch. He beat my mother and me on a regular basis. Mom sampled too much of what they were smuggling. They put me in a foster home.. I needed no second invitation and leant forward and took in her sexy womanly smell before licking and sucking at her open vagina. She took her time as I devoted myself to her and then finally I heard her breathing get really deep and fast and then she gasped as she came. I became gentler as I felt her shudder with pleasure and continued my attention until she finally let out a long sigh."That was wonderful. Thank you. Now let me see you change into my panties and you can wear them for the rest. This is a part of a mini-series about the journey of Raima’s sex filled desires that I would be writing on the site. Right now the plan is to upload one episode every week.Looking into the glass of whiskey on the table in front of her the only thought on her mind was what the past encounters meant. Was it was just for the physical or was it much more than that? This thought had always accompanied her in her lonely evenings. She would ponder over it with a glass of Old Tavern with 2 cubes. It.