And threw the steel glass at her feet making her jump. I loved the way her breasts jiggled. And also her shocked face, not knowing what had warranted ...uch reaction.“Aise laate hain paani? Tray kidhar hai. (Is this how you bring water? Where is the tray.)” I said.She left again after picking the glass, and giving me a nice view of her bottom. I told her to bring it in my room as she left the room. I came to my room and sat on my bed. She came with my glass of water. This time she was very. We had a pleasant ride up on a nice cool day. It was difficult to look at the road with Char's shorts not quite covering her sweet little ass and so tight. She was well aware and kept me laughing.Char is a preachers daughter gone wild! She is wild eyed and a laugh a minute in public, and a sexy determined to take advantage of every minute behind closed doors. It is very much a case of a wild high spirited girl kept under wraps for too long and I was the right place right time guy.I feel like a. During that time, Kennedy had shown up periodically and been his perfect bitch, or made him her bitch. You probably don't want to know what the bitch did to him, or you've read his accounts of that. I just wanted to be the perfect slut for Matt, "the slut" is what Kennedy calls me, I wear that label with pride.We had our new beginning, Matt and I moved in together finally, and I invited Kennedy to join us. I took back more of Kennedy's personality for myself, those bits that Matt, and Kennedy,. Thanks for the helping hand."The pictures tugged at Fred's brain halfway to the conference. Frank had been a professional card dealer in Vegas in the early sixties. He had also been some sort of magician apparently specializing in card tricks. Richard had mentioned feeding his wife cards at their first game when he was setting Fred up for the blow job con. Frank's hands had all been good for Amber at the second card game until the one that suckered her in. "My lucky guy," Amber had called Frank.