Emily, I said you were my guest, and I mean it. Now, put that away."She smiled up at me again, a tear forming in her eye. "I just wanted to thank you ...again. I haven't had a good Thanksgiving for years, and I know this one will be special, so thank you." Hey. It's okay, don't cry. What are friends for?" I asked, reaching out to rub her arm.She sniffled a bit. "I just don't have very many friends." What about family?"She looked at me sadly. "Don't joke about that, please? You know."I was. "My back is killing me," she said, offering a lack of any realinformation."Well let's have a look shall we?" He stood up and leaned over Kirsten and rolled up her shirt and examinedher back. Kirsten was entranced, as he was above her she sat staring upat him through her heavily mascaraed eyelashes. She wanted him badly,she had never felt like this about a man before. All her other liaisonshad been for fun, this was desire."That's quite the tattoo you have there, so Kirsten how long have. ‘Damn,’ he muttered. ‘Sorry Unc,’ AJ said after a long pause. ‘You just sound so much like him that…I don’t know how I’m going to…damn.’ AJ glanced over his shoulder, but could not think of any more to say. Eathan sighed deeply, was silent a moment, then sighed deeply again. ‘Did your Dad ever talk about his will?’ he asked. ‘Huh…No…No, he didn’t. I guess I hadn’t thought of that. I guess I figured that you would have that.’ ‘I see. So he didn’t say anything about it…that night? ‘ AJ felt. Encouraged by his body, if not by his words, she ground herself against his surging crotch."Diane, please, you don't know what you're doing!" John said, trying to extract himself from his daughter's mighty grip graciously. "Honey, please!"Diane reached up, straining on her tip-toes, and reached his neck and the open V of his shirt with her lips. She kissed him then, not with the soft, chaste kisses of a daughter to her father, but with the demanding kisses of a woman in heat to her lover..