I suppose that part of it was that she looked me over openly and the looks were of appreciation. She wasn't finding fault. I knew that she wasn't thin...ing like, "Yep, she has small tits and she has a few extra pounds around the middle." It was more like, "Eric would love to eat that juicy little twat and suck those dark nipples." That gave me a thought, though, and I asked, "Is Eric going to suck my tits, too?" "If you want him to, he will. I can say with certainty that he will do whatever you. “Too bad there wasn’t some other way Daniel.”“I know Ash. It’s just a big mess huh? Don’t worry yourself over it. You’ve done enough to help us already.”We sat there in silence, laughing at certain points and hushed at others. After several minutes, I got up and walked to the kitchen for some water. As I watched Daniel sitting there, watching the television, I focused on the large shelving unit above the television. It was massive. Daniel had it installed a few years back. It was meant to house. I shook my head, smiling at the knowing thoughts between us.“I used to love the taste!” she said, aware she was about to fill my head with images of her and my dad, but it didn’t deter me and instead just made me exclaim what a lucky man he was then.“Used to?” I asked.“Well I’ve not had any experience since!” she said, before adding “or before him either, come to mention it” as he had been her first boyfriend from an early age. “Makes me wonder whether it’s a case of ‘like father, like son’?”. Abby paused. “What do you prefer to do, hang with your teasing friends or dance with a beautiful girl? Did you ever think that maybe she likes you too?”“No, I didn’t think she might like me too.” Abby took Michael by the hand and led them to Neela.“There’s only one way to find out. Here, offer her the water. Maybe she’s thirsty.”“Hi Neela, I’m Abby,” she began standing by her. “This is Michael and he likes you and wants to ask you to dance with him.”“I ... umm ... are you thirsty?” He.