My hand moves to the inside of her right thigh, then the left, then returning to her stomach, but not quite touching her pussy. I can feel her trying ...to raise her hips to meet the touch of my fingers, but I don't allow her the satisfaction just yet. I continue this for a minute, and then with a long determined movement, I raise my right hand to her chin. 'Now I touch you there.' I whisper and my right hand begins to move down, slowly but not stopping, inch by inch the fingers are creeping with. A young guy, probably a high school kid skipping school, skated by and slipped off of his skateboard, which went sailing across the concrete and into the grass. He glanced in my direction and smiled. There were three college-aged guys sitting on a bench under a pavilion. All three of them were trying to act cool and not look in my direction. I walked in their direction. One of the guys leaned against his buddy and whispered, “Here she comes.”“Hey guys,” I remarked, as I stepped in front of. . wait ... the City Marina.”The Flint isn’t backed into a berth. She’s too long. No ... the big Cat was tied up to the longest Tee pier in the Marina and still stuck both bow and stern past the Tee ends. Understand ... the Tee is also the fuel and water dock for the charter fishing boats and they didn’t like the Cat tied up and in their way.But, when the charter boat delegation approached the management, Mr. Mayor said, “A buck and a half a foot ... a day ... One hundred thirty-five dollars .... It’s hard to believe that it was only a few short years ago that Kent brought Maggie to the family cabin for her deflowering. How well I remember seeing my beautiful niece dressed in a white silk robe as she stood in the center the living room waiting for the man who will take her innocence’s Kent looked so handsome that night as he met his young daughter in the center of the room. With family looking on Kent takes Maggie in his arms. The intense look between father and daughter is so powerful.