When she finally appeared through the doors from immigration and saw me, she ran shrieking toward me and I had to catch her as she leapt the final eig...ht feet, landing smiling against my chest as her legs locked around my waist, her tongue stretching to find mine."Oh Oncle Pierre, je t'aime [I love you], she yelled between long kisses, "Je t'aime, je t'aime, je t'aime," she continued, laughing and hugging me as a bemused public swirled gawking past us."Are you drunk?" I asked grinning, easily. Neither realized that at the table of women one had gone quiet when she overheard the conversation. They hadn’t seen her get up and walk over to stand right by them either. ‘Excuse me, you’re the young man that took over the Carson place. Tell me about these journals you found.’ Logan looked up to see an older woman waiting for an answer to her request. ‘Hello Miss Robbins. Have you met Logan McClure yet?’ Emma attempted introductions. ‘Mr. McClure. You were saying about those journals?’ Miss. Her budding breasts puffed up about a half inch with very erect nipples poking up like pencil erasers. Oh how I longed to suck on those nipples. Further down, a totally flat tummy surrounded her belly button. Then down to her pubis where her hairless pussy seemed to glow. I could almost feel the heat from the doorway. Then two perfectly shaped legs that many women would die for. It seemed her overall body was so soft and smooth, with not an ounce of baby fat anywhere.I walked over and sat on. This was a good enough signal for me. I was running my hand all over her body, she was wearing a T shirt and track bottoms.Within no time I had my hand inside her T shirt and one hand inside her track pants. Like always she was not wearing a Bra and nor did she have any panties. My hands were all over her back and with one stroke I took off her T short to expose the most beautiful Tits I had seen till then (I have seem lovely ones after that) and they were bouncing up and own after being.