My public figure is Jeff. I am a 40 year old founding father of three beautiful daughters. Before you ask, I have never and never intend on having sexual relations with either of my girl. I am Captain in my house towns fervor section, on my off Day, I run a pretty successful landscaping occupation, so my folk and I live a pretty comfortable life. My married woman left us a mates old age back. She was destined to succeed in the big concern world and my fille and I stood in her way. Although she didn't completely abandon the young woman, her time with them diminished each year. As a firefighter, I worked 24 hours on shift and 48 hours off, therefore my girls have pretty much learned to take care of themselves while I am on shift. I am very proud of the Lester Willis Young peeress they have become. My oldest daughter had graduated high schooltime and immediately headed off to college leaving her sisters and I alone. My eye daughter was 16 and the babe was 13. Shyanne my middle girl loved helping me with the landscaping job and now, being schooltime was out, she was pretty much taking guardianship of the work herself, alone with a duad guys I had on pay curl.

Any way, on to the intention of this story, I was a fauna of wont, every break of the day on my way to the firehouse, I would stop at this little dining car and have breakfast, and the next break of day on the way house I would stop again. It was a quaint small diner, nothing fancy, and the staff was very favorable. On this special morning, I went in and sat at the bar, as I normally did, and took the menu from the napkin holder. I really didn't need the computer menu, because I knew everything the diner served but it was a habit.

"Hi there, what can I do you for ?"A sweet voice with a Spanish emphasis said behind the menu.

I lowered the computer menu ; the representative was unfamiliar to me. Standing smiling at me was a cute, untried Latina miss, holding an order pad. Her dark brown eyes were staring at me. She was standing behind the bar, so I could only throw out her speed eubstance appearance, and I really liked what I could see. She had a beautiful grinning, the top three clit of her uniform were unlaced and her light brown cutis was high lighted by the light pink uniform. Her bosom were wide-cut, I would imagine a nice firm C cup, due to the cleavage she was displaying. Her fateful hair was pulled into a pony rear end and her slim brow were raised waiting for my answer.

"Hi there, you are new."I said laying the carte down on the counter.

"Yes sir, I am Jen. My uncle owns this shoes is letting me work here during the summertime. Would you like a cup of java ?"

"Yeah, that would be nice, Jen. I will also have a mess of pancakes, 2 ball over easy and a side of grits."

"Wow,"she said writing my rules of order,"Healthy appetency you have there, mister."

"I am Jeff, no Mr needed. I come in here a lot."

"Ok, I will get this in to the kitchen."

I watched Jen as she worked around the counterpunch. She was very favorable and we talked while she worked and I waited for my food. I learned that she was 17 and attended the Sami high school as my girls. Although she knew who my girl were, she didn't really have it away them. She walked from behind the sideboard to fill the Strategic Arms Limitation Talks and common pepper Shaker. This was the commencement time I got to see the lower part of her eubstance, and it was definitely deserving the short wait.

The pinko uniform chick came down just above her knee. Her legs were foresightful and toned. She walked with a elegant stride, almost making it like she was walking on air. Her full pelvis swayed like rippling water. It was not a flirty sway, to her it seemed natural. As she leaned across the mesa, her left leg lifted up, giving me a nice view of her young thigh. I sipped my coffee berry as I admired her. She went to the kitchen and got my solid food and brought it to me. I ate, gave her a generous tip and went to function.

I kept my routine up every day. While at the diner, Jen and I would talk and over the next couple calendar month, we got pretty comfortable around each other and would make flirtatious comments. On my character, everything was sinless. Although I thought Jen was a beautiful Whitney Young Lady, I kept my commentary PG rated and never got out of line. Jen was between my two previous daughters in age, so normally, I seen her as youth and impeccant and would do nothing to breach the trust she had built for me.

In early August, my heart was broken when I stopped by the dining car, and Jen was not there. I asked Donna, one of the other waitresses, where she was, and Donna informed me that Jen was signing up for stratum. I had forgotten that today was sign up day, so I finished my repast and headed household to get my girls. They were waiting on me in the drive way when I pulled up and we quickly headed toward the school day.

We pulled into the school parking lot and went inside. The girls seen some of their ally and were off with them. I followed with some aloofness behind them. I knew I cramped their style and had learned to stay back in the apparition. When they needed me, they would muster up me, and I would attend to them in what ever they needed. As I walked down the lobby, I saw Jen a little agency in movement of my girls. I swallowed heavily as I watched her glide down the hall. She had on a pair of white short that would have been against the schools dress code if schoolhouse had been in seance. The pegleg of the shortstop barely covered the fleshy round pile of her ass. Her chant sura heftiness tightened with each step she took. She wore a garden pink tank top, one of the ones that have the built in bra. When she turned I could see the impression of her ample breast pressing against the tight material. I wasn't the only one to notice the Thomas Young vixen. Every guy she passed turned to watch her pass. My girl finished their bodily function and we started walking toward the truck. As we approached my truck, I heard someone call my gens. I turned, and it was Jen. She had seen me walking across the parking lot. She began to jog over to where I was. I wish that she hadn't. As she jogged, her breast bounced with each step and by the fourth dimension she got to where I was, she had to readjust her top to properly enshroud her assets.

"Hi girl, I missed you at the dining car this morning."I said, trying to get my eyes up to her human face.

"You did, did you ?"

"Yep, the service wasn't nearly what I have been use to."

"Well I am sure Mrs. Donna treated you right, I know she was beaming that I wasn't there."

I stopped my flirting before I made a fool of myself in straw man of my girls. I introduced Jen to my girls and they talked about the grade they had signed up for and exchanged stories of their potentiality instructor. After ten minutes or so, we said our in effect byes and Jen walked to her car as we pulled out of the parking lot and headed home. The effort home was pretty quiet. My mind drifted back to Jen trotting across the parking lot. For the for the first time metre, my idea became sexual. I imagined her running topless and her breast bouncing relieve from the tank top. My daughter brought me back to earth.

"Dad, can we go ahead and go get our supplies ?"

"Sure."I replied.

We went to Wal-Mart and purchased all their supply and some food market and headed base. As the girls packed their supplies into their back packs, I prepared dinner. When it was ready we sat at the mesa and ate. The conversation was about school and the Friend they had seen while at schoolhouse, and the ace that they hadn't seen, then the conversation took a big turn.

"You know Dad, that Jen girl has the hots for you."Shyanne said while cutting her steak.

"Don't be silly Shy, I am old plenty to be her father."

"In her culture, there is cipher incorrect with a untested girl being with an honest-to-goodness man. Actually, if she were in United Mexican States, she would probably be married with a couple of kids by now."

"Well, we are not in Mexico, and she is just a year senior than you, and only a couple long time younger than your Sister. It would not be appropriate, even if I was interested."

"She is pretty, don't you think Daddy."My unseasoned added.

"Yes she is very pretty, but not as pretty as my lady friend, now eat your dinner party so we can get cleaned up and you two can get to bed, 6 am will total early in the morning."

We continued our dinner party with out another citation of Jen. We cleaned the kitchen and the girls began to prepare for bed. I sit back on the sofa and watched some TV until both were in bed, then I retired for the night. The next few workweek went by uneventful. I landed a big landscaping job and without the superfluous hands, due to the girls being in school, I had to turn late on my days off from the firehouse to get it done on schedule. With my workplace and the busy agenda the fille kept, I had all but forgotten about Jen. I had reverted back to be unconstipated life of making sure my girls were happy and working.

Luckily for me, the weather cooperated with me on the big job. The days were still long, and even though autumn was approaching, it was still hot. I had worked hard and was ahead of schedule. My long weekend was approaching and I wanted to polish off the job before it arrived so I could relax around the pool and maybe take the young lady to a football secret plan or something. I was pleased when the go industrial plant was planted, and the last sprinkler head was covered on the Thursday before my long weekend began. I got home, covered in dirt. I pulled my t-shirt off as I got out of my motortruck. I went inside and heard laughter coming from the back curtilage where the puddle was. I did not take after the sounds because it was nothing unusual for the girls to have admirer over after schooling and swim. I went up stairs to take a shower. I stepped into my bathroom and was surprised to see a twain of red thongs lying in the storey. I reached down to pick them up, realizing that they were too big to be one of my girlfriend. I laid the panties on the retort and stripped down.

At 40, I consider myself in pretty in force shape. At the fire house, when not fighting fires and doing report body of work, the guys and I work out a lot. My landscaping job allows me to rest tanned, except for my posterior and upper thighs which are very pale in comparison to the balance of my torso. I am not ripped, but my abs is soused and my biceps are very germinate as well as my heap. My only defect, in my opinion, was my humanity. Like all men, I wish I had an eight inch midst lovemaking magnetic pole, but what life dealt me was just fair. My balmy cock barely hung passed my scrotum. When hard, it was barely six column inch. I had a vasectomy after our tertiary girl but since my wife left, I had not even dated, much less had sex. I looked back at the flip-flop on my bathroom tabulator. I reached over and picked them up, bringing them to my nozzle. I inhaled and closed my middle. The scent coming from the crotch of the thong was intoxicating. I felt my turncock Menachem Begin to stiffen. I leaned into the cascade and got the bottle of conditioner and squeezed a large measure in my hired man. Lowering my helping hand, I wrapped my finger's breadth around my tough cock and began to stroke. I knew what I was doing was wrong. This pair of pantie belonged to one of my daughters'friends, meaning the owner was young, but I had not pulled off a load in over a workweek, and I needed this. I continued to stroke my hard slippery cock while bringing the panties to my lip, sucking the fabric of the salty sugariness. It was not very long until roach of cum were shooting out my cock into the exhibitor. I continued to pump until I felt my prostrate relax and the last bead hit the base. I laid the thong back on the counter and got in the shower, washing the evidence of my naughty deed down the drain.

I cleaned myself, and stepped out of the shower. I dried off, and used the towel to clean the fog off of the mirror, before wrapping the towel around my waist. I squeezed some shaving ointment into my hand and spread it on my face. I was just about to bring the razor down the side of my face when there was a knock on the threshold.

"Come in."

The razor started sliding down my nerve, when the room access opened. My hand jerked, causing the razor to knick my Kuki-Chin when I saw the owner of the knock. It was Jen. She was wearing one of my daughters bikini, which was at least two size of it too small, top and bottom. Her illuminate brown white meat were barely covered by the modest cupful of the bikini. I could feel my towel Menachem Begin to tease apart as my pecker began to mature, as my eyes wandered down. The closely bottoms clung to her pubic area like a s cutis. I could very clearly see the outline of her pouty lips.

"Sorry, Jeff, I left my scanty in here."

"They are lying on the counter there."

She reached to get them then noticed the blood trickling down my face and neck.

"Oh Jeff, you cut yourself."

She turned and bent over to draw out some tissue off the roll. The bikini buttocks slipped into the chap of her turn ass giving me replete view of her plump keister. I caught the towel before it fell as my dick was throbbing. She stood back up and stepped unaired. Her tit pasture my thorax as she reached and wiped the blood with the tissue. She smiled at me as she patted the small knick. Then she moved her head closer, giving me a small peck on the cut.

"There all punter now."

She turned picked up the panties and left, pulling the door closed as she left. I looked into the mirror. My putz was hard as granite. When reality sunk in, I had sniffed and sucked Jen's panty during my self service session. The remembrance of the aroma and taste of her private parts intoxicated me. I stepped out of the john and slipped on my pugilist and a pair of shorts and headed to the kitchen. My two daughters and Jen were sitting at the counter and were working on what seemed like prep. I got a beer from the fridge and walked over to see what was going on. When I neared, Jen looked up at me and smiled and winked at me. I saw her eyeball decline to my breast and abs before she turned back to the report.

As the girlfriend completed their homework, I had dinner ready. We invited Jen, but she graciously denied saying her aunty was waiting on her. She left and we ate without incident. While cleaning up I told the young woman of my plan for the weekend, unfortunately, their female parent was going to be in Ithiel Town and wanted to take them shopping, to buy their forgiveness for the death three calendar month of no tangency. Not one to get difficulty I shook my head and pretended I was not frustrated.

Not having to work the next day, I drove the female child to school, and went to the fire station to act out. Afterwards, I stopped by the diner and had some food, before going back home. I showered, and sat in the lounge and drifted off to sleep. I was awakened by the door bell. I shook myself to consciousness looking at my lookout man. tinker's dam I thought as my watch read 3:30pm. I struggled to the door and opened it. There in front of me was Jen. She was wearing a black skirt that was barely long enough to comply with the schools dress code, a white vest with a red undershirt over her berm. I shook my head to make indisputable I was still not dreaming.

"Hi Jeff, is Shy home ?"

"Sorry Jen, She and Madison are with their mother this weekend."

"Oh ok. Well I was hoping to go for a swim. Shy told me I could fall over anytime I wanted, but being she is not here, I guess I had better go."

"folderal, go ahead. take a shit yourself at home plate. I have some work to do, so the pocket billiards is all yours."

"Thanks."

She bounced into the house and into the bath. I sat at my desk and began to work on account. I caught a glimpse of Jen as she moved across the kitchen. I turned slightly. She was wearing a whole blank Bikini. The top barely covered her nipples. The bottom was a G-string. I watched as she walked across the storey and her meaty ass shaking like a big roll of jell-o. My eyes followed her until she was out of sight. My male instinct was to get up, accompany her and rip the cut material from her Whitney Moore Young Jr. body, but my fatherlike instinct held strong and I lost myself in my work. After a patch I got so intrigued in the identification number that I almost forgot that the sexy Latina stripling was present. After about an time of day and a half I pushed back from the desk and walked over to the fridge and pulled out a beer. I twisted the top and turned to the window to calculate out. I almost dropped my beer when I seen what was outside.

Jen had gotten out of the pocket billiards and was laying out in one of the sofa death chair. Her beautiful body lay on her dorsum. Her top was lying on the concrete beside her. My eyes stared at the most perfect set of tit I had ever laid oculus on. There was not a bit of sag as the melon vine shaped mounds sat on her thorax. Her areolas were looked as if someone had spread chocolate on her, and her nipples were long and duncish. I felt my cock Menachem Begin to evoke in my shorts. A sixth sense must have told her someone was looking at her because she sat up. I stepped away from the window hoping she had not seen me gawking at her. After a few mo I peeked again, and Jen was gone. I looked out the window, scanning the pool region.

"Like what you seen ?"I heard Jen say behind me.

I slowly turned around. Jen was standing there in strawman of me. She had not bothered to put her top back on. I looked into her big brown eyes, then down to her beautiful boob. Nervously I looked back to her face.

"Jen, you should not be here like this."

"Why not Jeff, you don't think I am pretty ?"

"Oh no, Jen, I think you are beautiful, but you are only 17. You are too Whitney Moore Young Jr. for me."

With that she stepped closer to me, I could finger her warm breath on my neck.

"I am not too young Jeff. I know exactly what I am doing."

Her hired man moved to the waist of my boxershorts, her finger traced under my belly push button. I could feel my eye beating out of my chest as her fingerbreadth traced down my zipper. Her hand opened so her medallion was against my hard peter. She rubbed down then back up. I looked at her aspect, and her brown salacious eyes stared right at me. Her ping spit traced her red lips. Her former handwriting moved to the button of my shorts and along with her previous hand she easily unbuttoned my shorts, then unzipping them. My boxershorts fell quickly to the level. Now I stood in straw man of this young beauty in only my boxers. She moved closer, planting small-scale candy kiss on my neck and chest as I felt her mitt slide inside the fly of my boxers, touching my bollock. Her buss move back up my dresser. Our lips met for the outset sentence. Her soft lips pressed into my. My munition wrapped around her bare back as I pulled her passionately into me, her boob pressed into my bare chest. Our tongues danced in each others mouths, as I kicked my shorts free from my feet. I lifted her up in my weapon system, and continued to kiss her as I carried her to my bedroom.

Once inside my sleeping accommodation, I laid her down on the bed. As soon as she touched the bed, she sat up on her bottom. Her finger hooked into my Boxer and tugged them down. As my engorged putz popped out of the confines of my shorts, I felt her digit wrap around my shaft. She pulled me by my dick. She opened her legs and I felt her small manus against my ass. She pressed my cock between her beautiful tits and squeezed them around my cock. My pelvic arch moved forward as she held her tits tight around my cock. The balminess and warmth of her boob was amazing. She looked up at me and smiled as the joy washed over my brass. She allowed me to squeeze my cock between her teat for a few second before pushing me back a bit and lowering her head. I felt her sonant tongue crush against my shot. She licked up one side and down the other, then opened her mouth and closed her rim around my head. Her hired hand were back on my tush as she pulled me to her. As she neared, my prick sank deeper into her hot youth oral fissure.

She expertly moved her rima oris down my beam of light until I felt her sass at the nucleotide of my hammer. It had been a long sentence since I had felt such pleasure. My ex would never suck in my putz, saying it was disgusting. I placed my hands on Jen's headland, running my finger through her long black hair. Her tongue cupped my turncock as she began to incite her lips up and down my shaft. Her finger's breadth moved to my musket ball, and she rolled them in her bridge player. My hips began to move with her, pushing my hammer all the way into her hot backtalk, the back. As her pace picked up, so did mine and in a few minutes I was forcefully feeding this vernal teen my cock. Feeling my orgasm quickly approaching, I pulled out quickly, and sprayed cum all over her pretty face and gorgeous breast. Jet after jet of my white goo splashed against her illumine brown skin. She looked up at me, a drop of my cum on her chin and smiled as she milked my balls empty. She rose up and kissed me, and trotted off to the lavatory.

I lay on the bed wondering if the fun was over. If it had been, I was happy but hoped for more, a lot more. After a few minutes, Jen returned. She had removed her thong and for the first meter I was able to see the gem between her Whitney Moore Young Jr., strengthen legs. Her brim were pouty and glistening with her feminine nectar. I recalled the scanty that I had molested. The sweet and salty penchant filled my store and my gustation buds ached for more. She glided to me, and lay beside me. I turned on my side, placing my arm down on her stomach. I kissed her lips, down her neck and dresser. My mouth wrapped around her odd nipple and I gently sucked it into my oral cavity. Her paw moved to the back of my head pressing me into her breast. Her back arched upward pressed it harder. I could hear her moan as my tongue circled her blue chocolate nipple. My hand slid down her stomach and through the neatly trimmed blacken haircloth that sheltered her vagina. I felt her pegleg open as my hired hand grazed past the hair and touched her moist prick. I pulled my head word up, my natural language lightly flicking over her nipple. My middle finger penetrated her lips. She gasped and pushed my headland back on to her white meat. I expertly nursed on her young hammock as my finger explored her tight tunnel.

Jen was not a virgin, but she was tight. My digit continued to work in and out of her lips. To her pleasure I added another finger inside her. I worked the digit back and forth, while I applied punishing suction to her titty. My ovolo pressed upon her pleasure button. I moved my thumb in circles as she began to groan and joggle her hips. I softly released her arduous nipple and removed my fingers. Then I slowly moved between her pegleg. I lowered and pressed my brim to hers. Her leg opened wide as her hips pressed against my mouth. My spit slowly rubbed against her button. She lifted her hip joint as my backtalk closed down around her enlarged clit. I sucked on it stimulating it with my natural language as my finger returned to the velvety tunnel. She was so wet and hot. Her pussy was honorable than the panties I had used, this was the source and the juice was refreshed. My finger's breadth continued to ferment in and out of her. Her juice were gushing from her young lips as I sucked her clit harder. I felt her back arch as her script gripped the bed spread. I knew she was about to consecrate me what I wanted. I released her button and removed my fingers, and replaced them with my tongue. I moved my natural language deep inside her until I felt the inundation of juices from her orgasm. I moved my mouth over her kitty and sucked and licked the succus. She relaxed and I lifted my typeface, her juices dripped from my chin. She was looking up at the roof, breathing heavily.

I moved up and lay beside her, looking at my young lover. She rolled on her position and kissed me passionately.

"That was amazing. No guy has ever done that to me."

"It was my pleasure Jen."

"So are you going to jazz me now ?"

"No Jen, I am not going to love you."

"Why not ? I want you to."

"Jen, are you certainly you want me to make roll in the hay to you ?"

"Oh yes. I have wanted it since the first time I saw you."

"Why ? You are a beautiful young girl ; you can have any guy, your age, why me ?"

Jen bit her dispirited lip. After a few seconds, she began telling me her story. Before she moved to America with her Uncle, the one who owned the dining car, she lived in Mexico with her Father and three older comrade. They were poor, and because they could not afford proper medical treatment, her mother had died while giving birth to her. Her Fatherhood despised her while she was growing up. He verbally and physically abused her until she was 12. On her twelfth birthday, her Fatherhood thought it was time for her to earn her Worth around the business firm. She told Jeff that she had developed early, and at the age of 12, she already had firm B cup white meat and womanly features. So every night when her father would make out abode, he would take her with him to the local anaesthetic bar. As the men drank and became intoxicated, he would parade her in the bar room. The older men would start feeling her up. They would squeeze her white meat and slap her bottom. When all the men were horny, her father would auction her off to the highest bidder. Then Jen would go with the gamy bidder. She was repeatedly beaten and raped. The men would abuse her mouth, her pussy and her ass. She did whatever they wanted to her. When they were done, they would take back her to her sire, and establish him the money they had promised. When she was 15, one of them men showed compassion on her, and instead of using her sexually, he took her to a member of the immigrant underground who helped her get to America. She used the money the man was to give to her founder to buy a bus ticket to her Uncles firm. Her Aunt, her mother's sister, and Uncle had welcomed her into their firm. They never asked her any enquiry about why she had left. When she had gotten use to everything in her new liveliness, and turned 16, then they allowed her to work out in the diner to earn some money.

"That is when I met you. You were so Nice. You were always a valet, and for the outset time in my life, I wanted a man."She wiped the tears from her eyes.

"I am sorry."She said as she sat up."Since you know that I am used goods, you probably do not want me here, so I will leave."

I caught her by the arm and pulled her to me. I looked into her saturnine brown eye and kissed her passionately, laying her back on to the bed. I moved between her legs, positioning my cock at her entrance. I looked up at her. She nodded giving me permit. I pushed my hips forward as the head of my concentrated peter penetrated her wet crimp. Waves of electricity shot through my consistency as my tool slowly sank into her receive canal. As our belly met, I lowered my head and began kissing her cervix as my hips began to move slowly. I was going to make make out to this lady friend. As hard as it was not to ravish this youthful harpy, I was going to picture her what mania was. My rose hip moved as a slow down rhythm. It had been almost three days since my divorce and longer than that since I had had sex, my ego control was unattackable. Our pace quickened as we both were lost in our passion. We kissed as my prick slid in and out. I felt her legs tighten around me, and with a slight twist, she was on top of me.

She lowered her head and her black hair fell over her case. As she moved her hips up and down slowly on my cock her hands reached down and took mine, placing them on her breast. She tossed her chief back, allowing her face to be exempt from her hair and she smiled as she closed her center. I gently pulled on her hard teat, and rolled them between my ovolo and for finger. Her pace quickened. I lifted up and pulled her chest together. My mouthpiece went to her the right way nipple, then her left. As I sucked and licked her nipple she began to moan. The more she moaned, the harder she rode my cock. Suddenly I felt a waving blush against my cock. She came hard. When the orgasm hit she screamed and her brawniness clamped down on my cock. She held me close. When her orgasm subsided, she smiles and sank to my lap. I pushed her back, holding her legs against my chest. I knew I wasn't going to be much longer. I began to Irish punt her pussy harder. I watched her big tit saltation up and down with the force of my thrust. With one live thrust, I shot my cum cryptic inside her immature womb. I pumped until I was spent and fell beside her. She kissed me on the face and we drifted off to log Z's.

The adjacent morning I woke up. I looked around, but Jen was not in the elbow room. I got up and slipped on a dyad of shorts and went to the kitchen. Standing at the stove, preparation was beautiful Jen. She had put on a pair of step-in and one of my shirts. She sensed my presence and turned. She turned off the stove and glided toward me. She pulled me to her as she sat on the mesa. I kissed her. She returned my kiss. She reached into my shorts and pulled my prick out, pulling it to her. I moved the genital organ of the panties over and slip my turncock into her pussy. There was no passion this clock time. I put my paw on her ass and began to pump her hard and fast. She lay back on to the table as I pushed her legs back. My stopcock was pumping in and out of her like a well oil Piston. She was cumming almost instantly ; I pushed deep and shot a belittled sum of cum inside her. I pulled out and sat in the chair. She climbed off the tabular array and sat on my lap.

"Oh I love you Jeff, but why only a short cum this time ?"

"Baby, guess my old balls can't keep up."

"fountainhead we will see about that, Papi."

Jen kissed me on the cheek and went back to her cooking.

"Jen, what are we going to do ?"

"What are you talking about love ?"

"I am head over hills in love life with you, but how can we do this ? My missy will never realise, and your auntie and uncle. They will never allow us to be a dyad. Your uncle is younger than I am."

"Oh Jeff, do not concern about that. Lets just delight this weekend. Then we can take fear of all that later."

I shook my head.

"After breakfast, I want us to make love in the pool, can we do that Jeff ?"

"Sure we can. Any thing you want. ”