" With that, she bent at the waist and ran her finger along the spines. Took a quarter step apart as Ryan zeroed in on the delicious furry gap between...her thighs, becoming rock hard in his trousers. "Can you see it from there?" she called out."I'm not sure." Maybe you'd best help me look."He was alongside her in a shot, the aroma of her pussy seeping into his senses. Half a step further and he'd be level with her bush, droplets of moisture indicative of her arousal. Unbelievable. He fought. .. go pee." She remembered the phrase she used years ago when talking to her mother.Jake seemed to ponder the problem momentarily. He then produced a few white squares from the storage area and lifted her into his arms. It was painful but he was gentle. He walked them outside and then set her down carefully so she was sitting on the large log beside the fire pit. He helped her so she was sitting just on the edge and hovered nearby protectively as she emptied her bladder onto the sandy beach.. “Celia, darling,” David had said seriously. “You don’t need to beat your mother in every argument. It isn’t that important for you to win, is it?”“It’s just she says these things,” Celia pouted. “They get my back up and I find myself in an argument. I don’t want to do it, and I know when it’s happened, but then it’s too late.”“If you don’t rise to it, there can’t be an argument can there? So you need a reminder before you fly off the handle,” he said patiently.“Ok, clever clogs,” she retorted.. I laughed."How long is the time?" asked her mom.She was quiet, as she considered a moment, and I noticed that her right leg was swaying slightly, the way people do when they are ignoring the fact that they need to pee. But I thought, it likely wasn't because of that. I tried not to stare at the dark tuft of hair between the opening and closing legs. I tried not to notice the quick flash of moist pinkness when the wayward leg swayed out to its widest position. But my sister saw where I was.