Johnny only ate meat, vegetables, and salads. Holding his beer up, Johnny then mentioned that he only ingested liquid carbohydrates.As the three of th...em spoke about ordering food, Norbert and Felicity learned that the ‘bistro’ made excellent salads. Johnny’s favourite was the steak salad. The steak was cut into strips and then placed over the salad. The ‘bistro’ also did chicken and various kinds of fish, based on the same principle. Henceforth, these dishes became a firm favourite of Norbert. They were playing only inside the heads of Sharileen and her father.Sharileen could never recall how long the kiss lasted. She cling to her father like a small child scared of something in the dark. Benjamin never eased his mouth off his daughter's. Sharileen felt her father's hand move under the sheet and softly rested on her tummy. Benjamin's hand, ever so slowly moved up, until it reached the heaving breasts of his daughter. Sharileen felt her breathing that has just eased up became raspy. " Rick coughs. "I was showing her where the bathroom was." He looks up at Steve, his cock in his daughter's mouth. Just as Steve is about to say something else, RIck grips Rachel's hair harder, forcing her to bob her head up and down faster."Oh, okay. I already looked there but I guess she went somewhere else. I'll keep looking." Steve says. "So, gettin' some work done during the party, huh? That's why you're the boss haha." Steve forces a mild chuckle."Just looking over something for. They did all hustle their children out of earshot though.They turned up the broad dry valley where ruts showed previous west-bound wagons had gone. Slowly, not to tire the animals, they climbed the slope; stopping a couple of times to camp for the night. At the top the stream that would be a torrent in March made a welcome pool of water and then fell over an edge and disappeared. Years later someone would track its underground passage, but for now the vanishing stream was a mystery.The pool was.