And with equal firmness, resolutely, returned her hand to her own lap. Vivian turned and smiled, questioningly, at him, her lower lip trembling. She d...idn't understand his action. Nothing like that had ever happened to her, before... and she interpreted it as rejection. Another possibility crossed her mind, then, but a quick glance at his wife, whose lush blonde beauty and obvious desirability gave the lie to that idea... caused her to change her mind. No! He couldn't be a gay one... at least I. She wanted to hear all about the meeting and I promised to call her back that evening."That was my fiancée, Georgette Fulton. She'll pick me up at the airport." Is that Thomas Fulton's daughter?" Bob asked."Yes ... do you know him?" I've known Thomas for some years. Before I came to Dow, I was in the processed food business in California. He found some capital for us to expand and we got to know each other then. He was the one who told me about your project." I know he talked to someone at Dow,. I was dumb like hell. Her picture was still in front of my eyes. Her eyes filled with fear after seeing me there. Her pink lips were shivering. Water drops were rolling down all over her body. Her boobs are not very big. But big enough to play. Her belly was flat and her belly button was damn cute. I again mention that her body was all wet. Her pussy has hairs on. Pussy lips are not visible due to that hair. Those are holding water drops. I can still remember that picture and that picture gives. “O hi, Sweety,” I exclaimed, giving her as big of a hug as I received. “Gramps has missed you so much. Let me take a look at you. My gracious, who took the brick off your head?” I teased. I always told her to put a brick on her head so she wouldn’t grow up so fast. “Gramps?” she whined. “You always say that. I have to grow up sometime, you know. I’m almost fourteen now and I’ll be starting high school this fall.” “O Sweety, don’t remind me how old I’m getting,” I said. As I released her.