He went on. “I need you to do some things for me. Sit up. No, on your ass. Right, Indian-style. Okay, now, I want you to suck on your own big toe. Y...ah. Right, exactly. Good girl. Pretend it’s a cock. Blow your own big toe. Look at me. Right. Wow.”I’d taken my foot in two hands and brought it to my face and popped my big toe in my mouth. The pose exposed my pussy to the air, and I felt a cool, lovely tickle there.I stared at Mike while sucking on my big toe. The outside of it was heavily. "Lexi didn't seem to care about her mom's revelation."I've met him," she said simply. "Can we go home now?"Suzette looked at me, and I gave an almost imperceptible nod, as tears filled my eyes."No, sweetie," Suzette said. "I think once you know your dad, you'll like him."I told Suzette it was OK."The last thing I want is for her to be forced to spend time with me," I said. "But if you two want to stay and enjoy the water, I can go back to the room. Your mom told me you'd wanted to come here for. I walked down the gangplank and hailed a cab. The driver, an older black man, opened the door, and I slipped into his cab. He inquired, "Where to, Missy? I 'sume the way you dressed, you go to beach." You are right. The nude beach, please." Oh, Missy, you go alone there?" Yes, is it far?" Close, but you sure go alone? Lots of offers for lone good looker." I can handle it."No more was said, but I liked what he said. I could use a lot of offers. At least somebody would appreciate my body. He was. “I can tell which direction we want and approximately how far away it is.”Gary slowed and eased into the right-hand, slower-traffic lane.“Why are we slowing?” Al asked.“There’s a police car behind us. It was behind the other cars, but now it’s following us.”Al glanced over his shoulder, noting the vehicle. “If it was Col. Powell, he would have stopped us by now. This is likely legitimate.”“He’s not advancing. I suspect he’s running our license plates.”“Should we split up?” Betty asked.Al took.