“No,” I admitted, hoping it didn’t sound like I wasbragging. “In fact, I’m a little bit trigger-happy ifyou touch me in... the right place.” “Maybe it’s just that no one has ever touched me inthe right place…” Her voice trailed off as sheglanced down at the floor, too shy to meet my gaze.Damn her, she was hinting! “If you want, I can check it out for you,” I said,still trying to sound like I didn’t care one way. We go inside and eat talk and the girls make another trip to the restroom know the place only had about 10 other people there and no jukebox so the sounds of Becky moning was easy to hear but Manny never seem to catch on when the girls came back Becky tells her man she would like Kat and myself to come to there house for Easter Manny says what about my family and she just says the more the marrier he says sure OK. We leave and the ride back to thire car was plasent. On Easter moring Kat. The new Emir, may he live for ever, walked slowly to the far end of the room where there was a dais with a small but unmistakable throne on it. The major-domo banged the end of his mace on the floor, and all might rise."We will eat now and discuss business later," the Emir, may he live for ever, ordered the general throng of people, simply because he was hungry.Unbeknownst to him, this was a magnificent gesture which many of them mistakenly thought to be a master stroke designed to prove to. "Ah... Tricia... baby" John sighed, letting his tongue slip deep into her mouth. Tricia groaned as her father teased his fingers about on the outer little cuntal lips between her legs, pushing and sliding the thin, almost non-existent material into the narrow slit of her trembling vagina. He was surprised as she moaned softly and lay limply back upon the grass with the legs slightly spread, and he lay back with her, a new shaft of desire piercing him at the thought of his audacity. HE WAS.