Actually, he shouldn't be thinking about fucking any other woman besides Summer.He found it hard not to think about it though, for Summer still wouldn...t have sex with him. Hell, she wouldn't even let him touch her in a sexual way much less have sex with him. So he was always catching himself fantasying about other women."What do you think honey?" Summer asked in her small innocent tone."I'm sorry, what?" Dante asked shaking his head to clear all of his thoughts."Daddy said he wanted to run for. I pull out the two feathers I found (AND SAVED) and start touching her legs -- down from her knees towards her pussy. She starts giggling and I ask her not to peek; 'just play along' I said. I'm circling slowly all around her pussy, purposefully not her pussy, her buttocks, her pelvis, a bit of her stomach, and over and over again. I see her getting wet and I smell the sweet smell of pussy nectar; she moans softly. ...I have to release my cock; I quickly unbutton my fly. I start feathering her. I left him on the veranda and wandered inside the chalet. I could feel him watching me through the doorway as I sauntered across the living room’s threadbare rug towards the glass fronted beer fridge sitting snug in its corner.Three beers, the hashish, and an afternoon spent idling in the scorching French sunshine had me revelling in the sort of horny, fuzzy state where sound judgement has died at the feet of lost inhibitions.I flipped the fridge door open and reached inside. I knew he’d be. Yet there we were, plodding along with her talking a mile a minute and peppering me with questions.Ma organized classes for the children that she taught in the back of the wagon that Curtis drove. She held classes for the girls in the morning for two hours and for the boys two hours in the afternoon. Curtis was included in the boy's class and enthusiastically participated. Ma had purchase a half dozen small wood framed slates and a few boxes of chalk before we left Saint Joseph on which the.