With nothing else to do, his hand continued its downward journey until it found the little V shaped patch of hair that designated the beginning of her...nest of happiness. His hand continued beyond and below this spot and soon he found the dampness that told him he was welcome. His mouth abandoned the nipple and began to follow the trail blazed by his hand in search of the nectar he knew he would find there. When his tongue encountered her little knot of pleasure she gave an audible gasp and. Must be Eli taking hers. Just then, Ali walks into the kitchen in short shorts and a tank. No bra on, as I can see her semi-erect nipples sticking through the fabric. "Hi, Daddy!" she exclaims and grabs up a plate, piling some eggs and bacon, toast and jam, and a little glass of milk and orange juice to wash it down. None in my family are much for coffee. Me personally, I don't like the taste unless you give me some sugar with a little bit of coffee in it. "Hiya, Princess," I reply as I follow. Scott checked his cheap running watch. He'd been going for forty-five minutes. He could push for a decent half-marathon time.A memory of the dream that woke him flickered across his thoughts. The nightmares came more often, but that wasn't something he could blame on Afghanistan. He understood that the need to know what he was, and why, drove the dreams.His watch beeped at the one-hour mark, another thirty minutes to go. He stopped running abruptly, and began to walk. A half marathon or full. She hasbrought down too many people to count and one look at her causes folks tobe on their best behavior."They settled down for a bit as they awaited the truck. Juan drove withPatrick to get the moving truck which Patrick grumbled about being thedesignated pack mule for the family yet again. They were the last ones toarrive due to the need to travel several miles northwest of the citycenter before traveling south. The kids were already mostly packed andready to go when they arrive.Patrick.