Amelia giggled. I looked up at her. She was grinning from ear to ear and had some of my cum on her cheek.“Sorry about the mess,” I said, still pan...ing.“This time there wasn’t no mess. I licked it all up as it came.”I smiled, happier then ever.“Come here and lie with me.”She lie down beside me on her side, looking at me.I also rolled op on the side and looked into her eyes.“I love you Amy.”Suddenly her face turned all dark, like I had just broken the mood.“Jane…” she answered, “I’ve got a. .. what would it feel like if his denim jacket wasn’t the buffer between my skin and his? What would it feel like trailing down my naked back while I rocked back and forth, impaled on his masculine frame? The ease of the jump between innocent thoughts and the dirty thoughts surprised me. Suddenly I was feeling hot under the collar, and not from the fire. I ached to kiss him again, to taste his mouth on mine. I looked up just as he looked down. That was my chance, and oh boy, did I take it! A. “Not only that, Daddy – they’re even bigger now. She must be a D or possibly an E-cup nowadays,” Sari said with a giggle.“Do you mean; she’s had surgery to make them bigger,” dad said, aghast?“No Daddy, don’t be silly, she’s younger than me – she just got ‘em, all on her own. She’s very popular these days!”“I can only imagine,” John said.“Not when we’re out together, horn dog!” mom said to her hubby.“It was your face that I fell in love with Joy; the rest was like an ala Carte menu. Having two. Quite a few people (male and female) had a close look at my lack of pubic hair and little gold rings. I guess that there weren’t many (if any) women in Morocco that are like me.The afternoon was hot and I was grateful for the drinks of water that the policemen gave us. Although it was hot, the sun wasn’t on us (me) much. I was quite close to a building and got shaded by it.When dusk finally arrived the policemen came back and so did what looked like the 2 sets of parents. The girl and lad were.