Do you understand, Cynthia?" The girl nodded. "Yes, that is clear enough," she replied. Later that evening she dined with him and found him charming a...nd courteous host. The next morning Cynthia went through a range of exercises including running and weight lifting under the direction of Jeanette. After which the Frenchwoman towelled and groomed Cynthia’s lithe body and limbs."I will dress you and then take you to M’sieur Lassiter," announced the maid as she tossed the towel aside. Taking a. She was almost ahead of me.“I was afraid I wouldn’t get a chance at you until tonight,” she whispered as she helped me with my belt and zipper. “I’ve been dreaming of this for three months. I almost suggested you stop at that motel back in Anderson.”Em was trim and her upper body was muscular from handling the wheel of her truck. I traced the tattoo on her shoulder blade and put kisses all over it. Then we were wrapped in each other’s arms and getting sweaty in the close confines of the truck. What dad wants that! But this waswrong. You don't learn about sex like this. He opened his mouth totell her to get back to her room, but before he could say a word sheleaned over and kissed him. "Please, Daddy. Please?"She could sense he was weakening. It had been years since her mom hadwalked out on them, and she knew he hadn't dated at all, mostly forher sake. Okay, she may have laid it on a little thick with the"learning" bit...she'd had plenty of experience, far more than shewould. I bit my lip, trying very hard to concentrate on traffic.After ten minutes or so we reached the bluff above the beach, just as the sun was starting to make it's slow dissent below the horizon. The breeze was warm and salty. She hopped across the car and into my lap, her legs stretched out onto the other bucket seat. She kicked off her sandals and rested her head on my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around her tiny frame and we fell into pleasant conversation as the sun sank lower.A few other.