He headed down Old Cross Fork Road to the little hamlet of Cross Fork, where he picked up County 144, heading south. He only had about six miles to go...to Kettle Creek Lake, but it would take him 20 minutes: the road wasn’t the best.Seth fired up his radio, set to the State Police alternate frequency. “Anybody awake this morning?”Maxwell answered almost immediately: “What kept you? I’ve been on this roadblock since sunup.”S: “What roadblock is that?”M: “The Sinnamahoning roadblock – where else. She bit it lightly and it pained a bit but I was too aroused to notice, I put my hand in her T-shirt and cupped her breast she wasn’t wearing any bra and she murmured “yes” into my ear as soon as my hand touched her breast. I pushed her down and removed her shirt; she looked me in eyes and said: “Please don’t stop now”. I kissed her with all the tenderness I could and started to press her nipple, she moaned and asked me to suck it pushing my head towards her breast.I obliged and started to lick. .. sexually!!!By the time of Etta's oldest sister's first anniversary, both she and her dad knew that if they ever found themselves alone, that something explosive might happen. When her sister asked her mom to watch the baby while she and her husband celebrated by spending Saturday night at a motel, both Etta and her dad realized the potential.For most of Saturday, whenever Jack looked at his daughter, their eyes would meet and it was as if they were talking without words. Etta could sense. I told her, “Relax, you look stunning.” Once we were through the coat check we quickly moved to the bar and I ordered myself a drink. Natasha still holding on to some of her conservative Muslim values did not drink alcohol, so she ordered a pop. It was apparent what sort of an affect she was heaving on the guys around us as people kept asking her for a dance and if she was there alone.“Come on lets go dancing!” she kept repeatingMy wife absolutely loves dancing and is pretty good at it too..