They were harder than that, more steely. Her gaze seemed to reach inside me and search out all my secrets. She held eye contact all the time, it was q...ite disconcerting at first. I could see some men might see it as a challenge. I don’t have that kind of ego. We talked easily for a while. More accurately, she asked questions and I answered them. I may not be a trial lawyer but I’m still enough of a barrister to recognise cross-examination. I had the vague impression that she was testing me for. ’ I said. He did. He licked his finger and started rubbing my clit. Ohhh, it felt so good. I moaned a little louder. My dad was touching my clit. It turned me on so hard. He then knelt his face down next to my pussy. He started kissing my thighs. He kissed the right one, the left one, the mound above my pussy, my asshole, and then my slit. The pleasure zinged through my body. He started licking and sucking my clit. That really made me moan. His finger went in my tight little pussy as he sucked. It was an interesting hug, on several levels.Mindy felt the empathy in this stranger’s embrace. It was the first good, strong, caring hug she’d received in ... she couldn’t remember how long. He smelled good ... clean, yet like leaves ... a hint of musk. His beard felt soft against her cheek and neck. It was a very comforting and genuine hug. She’d have sworn to that in court. And as a result, she hugged him back with equal passion.And yet, she was hugging The Hermit of Scarecrow Valley! She. It was intoxicating. This beautiful vision held out her hand for me to shake. I raised my hand and took hers. Her hand was warm. Loving. “I’m Cindy,” she said in a beautiful American accent. I stuttered. “Jack. I’m Jack.” I was overcome with the sight of her. “Would you like a drink, Cindy,” I asked. “Thank you, Jack. I’ll have a Sex on the Beach.” My mouth dropped open. I stuttered, “Of course, Cindy.” I held up my hand and called over a waiter. I looked at him, blushing. “A Sex on the Beach,.