” “I don’t see how not. You got mine. What would you like? Wait. Let me guess…margarita?” “How’d you guess that?” “Let’s just s...y I can read people very well.” Cami says with a half smile. “Well you’re good. Yes. That’s what I want.” “Ok. Hold that thought just a moment and promise not to move.” “Ok,” that girl says with an amused smile now covering her face. I knew the best and fastest way to get this girl’s attention was to show off a lil’, which I love doin every now and then anyway.. “I always like yourtaste” she said and caught the drip on her chin with a finger and sucked it off. “You taste nicer than Dad, but that’s our secret. OK?” I nodded and smiled.Then we heard her Dad calling and I quickly pulled on my Speedos and walked to the side gate with her. Her dad was standing by his truck which was loaded down with gear and ladders.“Hello” he waved. “Got a bit more to do than I planned but shouldn’t take too long I hope. I call you if I’m going to be late.” Fern pulled on. I really need a good massage.”His shoulders are broad and muscular, and his back tapers down to a small waist. I was right in previously thinking that he's well-built, but I could hardly believe the muscles on him for a guy his age. He watched me watching him for a moment and then jumped up on the table, lying on his stomach, before I got a chance to see his groin area. There was an assortment of oils next to the table, so I squirted some on his back and touched him for the first time. I. I wanted to let them know what time it was, but something stopped me. I know it's impolite to eavesdrop, but that is exactly what I did."Do your parents fight all the time?" I heard Lou ask."Nah; it just seems like they do," said Jennifer. "They're both second generation Italian, so it makes them very passionate about everything. Or, that's what my mother says all the time. It's like that ice cream commercial with the couple fighting almost through the whole commercial. The only time they stop.