"Put my hand there," I told her.Without waiting a moment, she took my hand and slid it down her top, inside her bra so that I was cupping her right br...east with my left hand.So now my right hand is stroking her neck, and my left is stroking and squeezing her breast.I slid my right hand down and unhooked her bra. One thing I had learnt was that undoing a bra strap with one hand was never received badly. I could now move my left hand more, and started playing with her hard nipple whilst I moved my. "Then Chrissie walked into the kitchen, snuggling up to me and taking adrink of my beer."What's all the smiling about?" she asked innocently, referring to theleers that Mark and I wore plastered on our faces."I was just telling Mark how hard I am for you baby," I replied."Oh..." she said, suddenly blushing."Well you are wet for me, aren't you darlin?" I asked, pressing thetruth to my advantage and reaching down to grab her ass firmly and give ita shake and a playful slap. "Is that load I. .."She stopped, seeing the expression on her mother's face."You don't mean...but that wasn't supposed to happen for a long time, yet.Are you sure?" I think so. You'll see."Marjorie returned to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on dinnerwhile Barbara set the table. She called out, "Dinner!" avoiding directaddress until she saw how her younger child came to the table. The figureentering the dining room a few moments later was militantly undecided,wearing jeans and a soft cotton tee shirt. Fortunately, Mr. A. Patel was assumed to have been removed from the chessboard in the sweep by British Intelligence of my cell and several other cells operating in London some six years ago. I was now known as a solid Canadian citizen by the name of Al Brown Jr. It was a dull name, but it served to place me in the middle of the head where I felt much safer than with the real name of my decimated clan in Pakistan.I was the associate translator and advisor to the low-level Canadian Intelligence.