His name was Akhiil and her name was Radhaika. They were both about 15 years older to me. I was very attached to them since they had taken me in as a ...poor widow driven out by her family and no parents and still given me a decent living. I was especially attached to Radhika aunty who was a fat woman with a kind face and she was like a sister to me.After a few months of living with them I realised that uncle always maintained some distance from me but still stole looks at my young firm body when. " Chuckling Connor reached down and helped Zara to her feet "having a problem?" shaking her head Zara untangled Fuzz from her hair "no, I'll get it figured out shortly, what brings you here?" Connor held up the backpack "you left this behind." Zara took the backpack and went over and set it on the table the plans were laying on, Connor glanced down at the plans, he flipped through the pages, making interested hmmmming noises. Zara got rid of the flower jungle and was about to start again when. Martinique is green - it has lots of trees. And it's not a building site like some islands, which are great around the edges but grim further in.I was staying in a village in an area called Les Trois Ilets and the "village" looked new and was full of touristy shops and restaurants, but it did have that sense of community that modern places often lack.The sociability aspect even extended to the beaches. There was a little group of three at one end - one long beach divided into three by boulders. She’s getting it on with Chaun and Xandra. Sounds like fun.”The wind howled around us. The strange tents set up, round domes covered in camel hide, rocked as the edges of the dust storm blew around us. The wall of brown was closer. It looked so dense, so smothering. We had to get inside and probably could not leave until the winds died down.“Nope, you’re coming with me.”“But...” Minx’s face fell.“Nope. I want to devour that tiny cunt.” I licked my lips. “Trust me, I’ll make you squeal.”“She.