Something in recognition hit me like a bolt of lightning. “Excuse me?” I queried her. “Who are you?” “I am the daughter of Ben the son of th... dairy owner. He’s one of the big brothers who came to the dairy weekends after my grandfather had his heart attack. You and my mother ran into each other one morning and seeing your penis pointing straight at her, well, she just freaked out. She’s been telling the story ever since about the two legged livestock. You probably don’t remember.”“I probably. You are still on honeymoon!” “We’d better get our things from the car.” “Already done Alice.” Robin informed her “Danny gave me the car keys and a valet has already unpacked your things into the wardrobes.”“I could get used to this!” “You might have to.” Rebecca told her. “Come along sweet there’re some private girly things I need to tell you. The boys can shower first since they don’t take much time.” Rebecca led Alice out and Robin retired to the Starlight Suite to shower and change. He was. The plane pulled into the terminal in Dallas and I stood up, taking my carry-on bag from the overhead storage. I made my way through the tunnel into the airport terminal. As I walked out into the arrivals area, I began looking around at the people waiting, trying to spot Aunt Sheila. Actually, I could hardly remember what she looked like. I couldn’t even remember the last time I saw her, so I only vaguely knew what she looked like from some old photos in the family album. I scanned around the. *And the rest* she says. So you unzip the jeans and pull them down/ kicking them off over your feet. As you remove your g-string you see Marias hand moving up between her dark legs. *Now touch yourself!* she commands. *What?* The sand scratches against your body. Burning your calfs/ buttocks/ heels/ shoulders. *I want you to fuck your hand.* Maria lifts her skirt just enough for you to see that her crotch is bare. No underwear. Buried in amongst the thick raven tufts of hair her labia.