It’s the song of Kim. Grabbing my cell phone off of my hip I dial quickly. ‘Hello’ ‘Hello, Kim?’ ‘Yes, is this Mike?’ ‘Sure is.’ �...You okay?’ ‘Yep, got a surprise for you.’ ‘What’s that?’ ‘I’m on my way over Kim.’ I can hear her begin to cry into the phone. ‘You okay?’ ‘God yes! You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear that.’ ‘Well, I’ll be there soon. And do me a favor will you?’ ‘Anything Mike.’ ‘Check the beach for me. There’s a message on it’s way in a bottle.’ Shutting down the phone,. Xxxx .... sorry Daddyjon .... please do." My hand went under and up, and as she parted her legs my hand touched her naked, shaved, hot and wet labia. We kissed passionately and almost immediately my middle finger slid between those lips and into her soft fleshy slit making her groan as our tongues touched and I softly rubbed her silky clitty. As I did this her hands began frantically trying to undo my trousers, she soon had them open and was lustily working her hands on my rapidly growing. He unplugged his cell phone and blackberry that had been charging on the night table. He rose from the bed and headed towards the bathroom. As had become habit forced by necessity, he carried the cell phone and blackberry with him.Seated on the toilet, he checked the emails on his blackberry that had arrived since going to bed the night before. There were a dozen of them, but only two required his immediate attention.The first was a notice that Glenn’s wife had gone into labor and had been. "What's wrong?" he asked. "Aren't you gonna come in?" Frank doubted that the fact that his teeth were already chattering would encourage Oliver to go for a swim, but he figured it was worth a shot.Oliver only shook his head, and looked back towards Frank's house, which they weren't all that far from. He'd been rather quiet ever since they'd left it."What's wrong?" Frank asked again, placing his cool hand over Oliver's warm, dry one."I don't like it when your dad makes you angry, Frank."Frank.