The two couples heard a motorcycle on the road. The
noise grew loud and louder. It scared Jack a little. He
grew restless in Candace’s arms and she gave him back to
Marisa. The motorcycle grew even louder, the noise
coming from their cabins up the sandy trail from the
beach.

John walked halfway down the trail so that he could see
the cabins. “It’s the big guy,” he called back. “Hey
Flex, down here,” he yelled. John walked back to the
beach. “It looks like he’s alone,” he told the others.

Flex appeared, walking down the trail. He wore black
leather pants and a white tank top that hugged his
massive torso and showed off his muscles while leaving
his arms bare. His large body took up the entire trail
as he approached his frat buddies and their wives, a
broad grin on his face. “Whassup my brothers,” he
called.

“What’s up, Token,” said Grant.

“What was that you called me, Minute-Man?” He turned to
John. “Pencil dick, how’s it going?”

“Flex it is,” corrected Grant while John flushed with
embarrassment.

“Hoy shit!” said Flex, his eyes falling on John’s wife.
“Marisa? You look fucking amazing. John, take your baby
so that I can give your wife a proper greeting.” Marisa
reluctantly handed her son over to her husband. Flex
always greeted her with a hug. She hated to admit it,
but she was slightly racist. She didn’t believe blacks
were inferior or anything, but she didn’t think the
races should mix and didn’t like having physical contact
with black men outside of a handshake.

Flex grabbed her hips with his ham-like hands and pulled
her forcefully against his chest. Marisa grinned and
bore it. It was like hugging a brick wall, correction, a
sun heated, sweaty black brick wall. Much to her
embarrassment, her nipples hardened under her top and
pressed against the muscles on Flex’s chest.

“What about me?” asked Candace. “Don’t I get a greeting
too?”

“Sure thing, babe,” said Flex, reluctant to take his
hands off Marisa. One beefy hand was cupping her ass
cheek and the other was holding her against him by the
small of her back.

Marisa was relieved when the giant let her go. She
quickly stepped back out of his arms. “Oh shit!” she
gasped in horror, looking at his shirt.

Flex looked down and saw that she’d left two wet marks
on his white tank top. Her nipples had leaked right
through her bikini top and soaked quarter sized circles
right on the middle abdominal of his bulging six pack.

“I’m so embarrassed,” Marisa moaned in horror.

John interrupted. “Marisa suffers from a condition known
as hyper-lactation.”

“It means my breasts overproduce milk,” she added.

“Nothing to be ashamed of,” said Flex magnanimously
while Grant laughed. “It happens.” The black bodybuilder
turned to the blonde. He took Candace in a tight embrace
and held her, but his eyes never left Marisa. “Dayumn
Isa, I can’t believe how hot you look,” he said while
hugging Candace.