I am part Jamaican [2/2]

The African man then grabbed my second mother's hand and licked it sensually. Similar to my girls, she froze like a cat. Pleased with her reaction, Earl then turned her around and hugged her from behind.

He whispered in her ear softly like pillow talk. "Your dress looks wonderful El, but I like you best naked and wet. I can't wait to rip it off you."

'Ugh, holy fuck! I think I'm going to hurl.'

Seeing your parents express such carnal desires was just wrong. Aware that my very sanity was at stake, I quickly left the two of them in their own pink world.

It was rude, forgetting that there were other people present and just continuing to fondle each other without a shred of shame. 

"Ugh, I hope I never become like that."