“How are we going to make sails?” Janie asked, a frown of concentration on her face.“The way the Polynesians do,” Patricia answered. “Pandan...s matting.”“What’s that?” I asked, unfamiliar with the term.“The palms that we used to thatch the huts,” she answered. “We can weave strips of the leaves into matting, and then stitch them together into sails. I know how to do it. I was in a traditional sailing club in the islands. We made our own boats from scratch and raced them from island to. Which is why, by the way, he sat up and jumped onto your hand when you offered it to him." So 'it' is a 'him'?" Alana queried, holding her hand up in front of her face to view the villainous little bloodsucker more closely. "I didn't get a chance to notice..."Sy chuckled at her nervous little joke, then continued, "It is only a 'he' because I am. This is part of my flesh and blood. Or at least, it will be..." A part of you?" Alana replied, grinning as a sexy thought zipped through her royal. My tongue ventured further and I licked her small upper teeth. I drew my tongue fully across their fronts and my Baby Girl moaned. Tracing along the bottom edge of her teeth my body throbbed and she reached out to me. The tip of her tongue touched mine kissing as we continued our own kiss.Finally neither of us could take it anymore. We both leaned our heads back and moaned aloud our Forbidden desire to the heavens. As our heads returned back down we looked at each with unabashed, unembarrassed. She was showing a lot of cleavage and a lot of leg, so my eyes where riveted to the stage. I’d subconsciously noticed that the guys at our table where coming and going. I really didn’t think much of it, just supposed they were going to the toilet or to the bar for drinks. It was only when I turned to look if Polly was OK that I noticed that the seating arrangement was changed. I began taking notice of the coming and goings and glanced around from time to time. It seemed that they where taking.