She felt a little at odds with him for asking her a question like that. He had to think fast. “Don’t misunderstand me. There is, what I think, a v...ry good reason I’m asking you.” “What’s that, Alec?” “Will you come with me?” he asked. She hesitated and he added “Just follow me, please?” and right then, at that moment, he quickly swiped the dildo out of her hand as he asked “Where is your bedroom?” “Pardon me?” she said. “I’m going to show you something but you have to trust me. You have to,. "Wow!" which was accurately how eloquent I suddenly felt, "What was that?"She smiled warmly at me. "For being such a great Dad!" If you two can just hold that pose," Sasha broke in, the third voice sounding a little harsh to me - and that was mainly because I realized I could never have enough of hearing my daughter talk - "I think I can snap some quickies."That was the first time that evening that I noticed that Sasha had a digital camera with her, a compact Yashica - or Nikon, I am not sure. Brook could kiss his lips forever. They were soft and supple and could whip her into frenzy. And, not a single kiss lacked thought, he gave his top performance for every one. Tasting her mouth, probing with his tongue, sometimes delicately, sometimes fervently. Brook was excited, more excited than she can remember ever being about a guy. Everything seemed to come pretty naturally, the chemistry was definitely there. ‘What do you say we head to my apartment and find some way to entertain each. ”“Yeah, I decided to go home and sleep in a bed,” I said.“You just waking up? You look awful.”“Thanks,” I grumbled.She giggled. “Just looking out for you. Your eyes are bloodshot.” She brought her phone closer to her face. “Did you get into your dad's booze.”“Just...” I shook my head. “Nothing. Just didn't sleep. The sun was up when I passed out.”“Ugg, insomnia's the worst. Remember last year when I didn't sleep for two weeks?”She was exaggerating, as always. “Yeah,” I grinned. “I.