As Frost witnessed the love and still heated passion between the husband and wife he couldn't help but remember the faces of Maya and Daki, missing them once again.
'It's been too long since I last felt their touch on my skin, the peace of waking up with them by my side.' He could sense his heart twisting as remembered their smiles, their laughter, their welcoming and tantalising embrace.
Resisting the urge to dwell in his own despair Frost shook his head and forced a smile, focusing his gaze on the woman that was still standing atop his teacher's back.
He could see a strong resemblance between the mother and daughter. Khione had much of her father's beauty in her facial structure but almost everything else came from her mother. Her almost black skin, her silky white hair, her prominent backside and her buxom chest. Her figure was the spitting image of her mother's if you toned down the muscles.
