The little sister hugged her daddy and I made it a point to ignore the moisture in his eyes."She's okay as far as we can tell," Dobbs said. "I'm havin... her taken to the hospital so they can check her out and keep an eye on her until she wakes up." He glanced at me and I took the cue that it was my turn at bat."Mr. and Mrs. Street, is there some place we can talk privately?" I glanced at the little girl. She couldn't be much more than ten. I definitely didn't want her to know what had just. 'There was more than one way to skin a cat," his father always said. He took the condom packages from her and set all but one on the nightstand. He slid that one into the pocket up his leather vest.They undressed each other, although he insisted that he keep his leather vest on. He took Samantha's hand and placed it on his soft member while he kissed her and softly pushed her onto her back on the big, brass farmhouse bed before kneeling between her legs.He ate her out to get her as wet and to. He was not a promising specimen. I looked over my shoulder and said, "Someone needs to watch the water. Why should we trust them now?"I heard a murmur of agreement and focused upon our flagger. He was about thirty feet away. He was dressed in a skin breech clout and nothing else. The short, thin stick with his ragged flag was roughly cut and not sharpened on either end. He was not bearded and I didn't think he shaved like I still did. His black hair was shaggy and haphazardly cut with a hacking. “Well get in here,” she called to him, flashing him a smile. “The water is great.” Colby quickly got up from the blanket and without skipping a beat, his clothes were on the ground beside him. Taking off for the water he dove in and came up at her feet, kissing her stomach before coming up to the surface. “You are absolutely crazy,” he laughed, pulling her into him and pressing his lips firmly against her own. “Is that a bad thing?” She asked, pretending to be concerned about it. “It is.