Celia seemed genuinely shamed.“Celia, no need for apologies. I know you are not the bartender. A Kir on the rocks will be white wine in a wine glass..., with ice and a splash or two of cassis, then stirred”.Celia prepared and delivered our drinks. I picked up my scotch, swung around on my stool to face Linda, and said “Cheers Linda. It’s my pleasure to meet you.”Linda smiled, picked up her Kir, clinked her glass with mine, and said “The pleasure is mine, Rod”.“I read on Trip Advisor that this is. The 'scene' had been getting a little rougher now over the last few months, and I feared before long, I was going to have to start fighting back. “Well, being as how your all 15 now, I guess we can dispense with the 'soft' stuff, and you can just crawl up here to ur ole man, and get on this dick” I sucked down about half the bottle of my beer, and jumping up on my bed beside him, grabbed his already hard dick with my left hand, and went down on him all the way. It was a big dick, and super. ”Dad froze when he realised that Hannah had known he was there all along. But realising what was blatantly on offer, Dad gave a small cough, gained his composure and walked around the fence into Hannah’s back yard.“I take it no one else is home to help?” Dad asked trying not to sound to eager about the wonderful opportunity that lay before him.“No. Mom and Dad are away on their anniversary. Hope you don’t mind helping out a sweet, innocent girl who doesn’t wanna get burned!” She said coyly. . She wasn’t interested, so she turned her back away and went off to sleep. A while later I too grew drowsy and lay down cuddled up with her. Very soon the thought of her naked legs began to bother me. Yes, her sari had begun to climb up once again. This time I did not touch her. Instead, made the sari go a bit higher by slowly shifting its hem up. When it had gone up high enough that her bum cheeks were visible I lay next to her and once again cuddled up. But this time I had thrown one of my leg.