The Maitre de escorted us to our table and invited us to sit. As we removed our jackets, he pulled the chairs out for the ladies. Once we were seated,... the Maitre de handed each of us a menu and told us to enjoy our meals.A short moment later, our waiter arrived. "Good evening everyone. Welcome to the il Porto. My name is Peter and I'll be your server this evening." He reached for a bottle of oil that was on the table and poured a generous amount onto a dipping plate in the center of the table.. Her body arched when ever I kissed her stomach with a little bite.My evil mind was working and suddenly I got up and went to kitchen and she was like “”Why the hell you stopped..””.I brought a honey bottle and pour some honey on her navel and belly button and she was in shock that such an innocent looking boy can think these ideas.. I liked all the honey with my tongue and after that I opened her blouse hooks and her bra, what a view was that of such a lovely blossoms with quite pinkish perky. As soon as I got settled in, I hurried outside. Knowing I could take a tour of the garden anytime I pleased, I headed straight for the back yard. The blueberry bushes were overflowing with ripe fruit and the weight of the tasty orbs made the branches droop. Thankfully, I was eager to help lessen that weight.I rushed over to the nearest bush and reached for the largest cluster of ripe berries I could find. But my fingers halted mere inches from their destination. I had just heard a noise. It was. "What's wrong, Joan?" Ali asked softly."That was familiar, Mrs. Clifford. I'm an employee, not your daughter." It's still Ali," she said, taking a seat beside the girl, "and sometimes I feel like you are. Joan, I couldn't be more proud of you if you were my own daughter. In fact, I think that's the way it should be." Ali smiled softly and added, "Besides, it felt so good when you hugged me. Joan, you smell so fresh and sweet and look so beautiful. Anyway, looking at you it seems like your.