Quit that," declared David."Quit what? Sneaking aboard in the middle of the Atlantic?" She laughed."Yes, but you're here now. The Twins want to marry ...he girls ... what say you?" David questioned."They're 18 ... Oh My God! They're 18 and I missed their birthday!! Did you have a party? You can't be 18 ... I'm only 25." She started slapping them with some rolled up papers... whack whack whack "Shame on you ... You're 18 and now I'm old..." She stopped hitting and unrolled the papers ... the. We kiddedback and forth since he was a fan of the team I was hoping my favoritewould beat. We discussed quarterbacks (which is pretty superficial)but I found he knew as much or more than I did about thesafety/receiver match-ups and the weaknesses of the two teams.It seemed that the beers and conversation had loosened both of us up.My thoughts went back to the original reason for meeting him and Ifelt my own unease return."You don't seem ... gay," I said. He didn't. Maybe the way he. He begins to stray from her lips, trailing towards her ear. His hands cup her perky breasts as he tenderly massages them together. Nibbling on her flesh, kisses, licks, and his suction of pure ecstasy on her neck and shoulders. He rolls himself with her still attached to his arms onto his back. Moving her hair off his face, he starts kissing the back of her neck. Her beautifully sculpted ass pressed against his manhood as his hand wonders and brushes softly across her sweetness. Her hands are. But I liked being that, for you." Touch yourself, Melanie," he said in a soft command.I glanced toward the back of the house to make sure no one was around, and then I complied by reaching into my shorts and snaking my hand down my panties to where my smooth pussy was. I hadn't realized it until then, but I was very wet. His presence mixed with the feelings I was having today was really getting to me."That's my girl," he said. "You know how much Daddy likes to see his favorite girl play with.