And you can be sure she’s not carrying another man’s child by waiting thirty days!”“It’s a bit more complicated than that,” I said.“Do Y...U place that value on it? Will you insist your daughters remain virgins until they marry and brandish a lupara like some Sicilian Mafioso?”I chuckled, “I have no problem with my daughters taking lovers as soon as they feel they are ready. And with my eldest, I doubt an army of Mafiosi with luparas would deter her!”“How old is she?”“Six.”“And you think. .. well. Let us simply say that she had let herself go. The sun was high in the sky, and combined with the outside cocktail bar by the poolside, I came up with a devious idea. Whilst Brandon fussed around setting up deck chairs, I wandered over to the barman and ordered two drinks; I had him use a double shot for the rum and cola I gave my son. He was husky enough and, not having shaved since we arrived, hairy enough to pass muster.He took the cool drink gratefully, only sputtering slightly. I fell in love with her. And not just with her. I fell in love with her lavish lifestyle, her family, her friends and everything else. Call it being awestruck, but I genuinely cared about her. I wanted to live in her world. I should have known it wouldn’t work out. Nothing good happens when worlds collide. However, I was young and optimistic. And I was in love. I’d like to say we had a whirlwind romance, but we really took our time. Monique has always been the kind of gal who knows what she. I feel you beginning to swell, and burn hot against my mouth, you buck harder and I hear you gasping ‘I’m cumming’Your juices rush in to my mouth, a wonder gush of warm love, and I swallow, while pushing my tongue I to the clenched muscles of your throbbing pussy, and then running it up over the pounding orgasm of your pussy to the swelling of your clit.I keep going until your passion is spent, and then look up through the waters of the shower at your smiling beautiful face, glowing and framed.