I think I’ll spend the evening in my room … just have the kitchen send up whatever they have on hand. Thanks, Vonne.’ My hand replaces the recei...ver and my eyes drift back to the envelope. Who could he be? I picked it up and held it to my face … a warm, familiar scent filled my nose and triggered an uneasiness in my belly. Whomever sent this nags at me … I know him. God, Dana! What the hell are you doing being swept away like a school girl who’s just received her first valentine! Get a grip,. She started giving light moans. Later I played with her navel for some time. She said she is feeling tickling and she moved my head towards her crotch. Her pussy had small hairs and I can clearly see her pussy. I smelled her pussy; that smell was so awesome that I can’t explain in words. I touched her pussy and she shivered like she got an electric shock. She was already wet in her pussy and that smell was driving me crazy. I started licking her pussy slowly. She was enjoying the licking on her. “Haiti sure has a lot of bureaucracy for a country as in-need-of-help as Haiti is. Do you want to sit with me for the prayer meeting tonight?”“Some of my friends and I were planning to hang out after dinner tonight. Maybe play some cards, talk a little and relax.”“Oh ... OK,” Dad agreed. “I hoped we could spend more time together this week.”“We will Dad,” I said. “I promise.”Dad and I headed into the dining tent. I followed him through the serving line. Dad headed off in the opposite direction. Loretta thought ‘Some women are born whores’, whereupon recent memory slapped her face and leered. “Emma’s fine, but something bad’s happened. I need to talk.” She screwed up her eyes and, forcing calmness into her voice, started to pour out the story. Tony interrupted.“I don’t want to hear this, Lorrie. You’re turning into an alcoholic, and if you start picking up strangers in pubs and sleeping with them... There are words for women who do that. Get checked for STDs, make sure you’re not.