It was frustrating, but Harry had handled this kind of situation before, and he knew he could do it again.Lynn rolled onto her side, and the line of h...er small waist flowed smoothly up into the perfectly rounded curve of her almost naked hip, creating a profile etched onto the blue, cloudless sky as though it had been painstakingly sculpted and placed on the bow for erotic ornamentation.That's my little figurehead, Harry thought, and decided Lynn was a great improvement over the carved statues. We had the whole restaurant to ourselves and the food was fantastic. There were no menus but I don't think anyone was disappointed. The food just kept coming until nobody had any room for more. There were several varieties of pizza, ravioli in dishes too big to fit in our oven at home and bowls that could probably hold five gallons, filled with spaghetti and meatballs. Pitchers of a half dozen kinds of soft drink, lemonade, three or four flavors of ice tea kept coming throughout the meal. The. Yet he held back “Wait until you are fourteen”“What’s so important about fourteen? It’s just an age. The things Mother has told me about her life back East show that yes, a girl there probably isn’t ready when she’s eighteen or even older. But I’ve had more experience than most girls ever have. I’ve seen things, done things and felt things” and here she squeezed his erect prick which she was stroking for him “that girls my age wouldn’t normally see, do or feel. I’m old enough”“True, all true.. Christy?’ ‘I’m good, Mrs. Smith, thank you. I’m trying to save room for dessert. You mentioned cobbler this morning?’ ‘Yes, sir. Peach, from my mother’s recipe.’ ‘Remind me to thank her next time I see her.’ Christy put the last spoonful of potato into his mouth and then cut up the skin. ‘Michael, any chance shooting some hoops, later? Maybe, a game of horse?’ ‘I’d love to, Mr. Christy, but I’ve got a test tomorrow.’ ‘Studies, first. Maybe, next time… ah, here’s dessert.’ Carolyn put a large.