Melody O' Shea stood before a fruit bin in the port's market. She was older than her sister, but her years of exploring and living a joyous life had made her look 10 years younger than her 42 years indicated. Her gorgeous blonde hair with one distinguished shock of pure silver was pulled back into a ponytail that fell over her smooth shoulder in one long braid. Her delicate hands gently squeezed the fruit in her hand, checking it for ripeness.
In the next booth over, a large native leered at her from the side, watching her massive breasts strain the tight white tank top she wore, noting the freckles on her rapidly tanning skin and the subtle bite of her lower lip as she strained to replace the fruit in the top row of bins. When she turned, he could see that the skin-tight khaki "explorer's" shorts she wore accented her toned and long legs perfectly leading up to a supple and round ass. Melody glanced over her shoulder, her crystal-clear bluish gray eyes shining in the sunlight. The native turned quickly away...
Corinna, on the other hand, wandered the market unaware. She was young, barely 18 with a stunning cut of deep red hair fashioned in the "emo" style so it covered one eye but swooped back behind the other. A white IPod cord hung down her pale neck from both pierced ears. She paid no attention to the men watching her silky legs swish against one another just above her knee-high boots and below her ultra-tight vinyl skirt; nor to the wide grinned ogling of her perfect C cup breasts swelling out from her black corset top.
It was a dangerous port for an unattended female. Little did either of them realize that they were the only white women present. The native women held them in distain. So it was little surprise what happened next...
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