She was a true ‘English Rose,’ long, silky, honey-blond hair cascading down her back almost to her slender waist, big blue eyes and full lips givi...g her a sensual look which just begged to be made love to. She wore a tailored bottle green suit with a very tight skirt, over a white silk blouse, and walked confidently in on five-inch heels. I was detailed to greet her, being English. ‘Hello,’ I said, ‘Welcome to the Abadía.’ She took my hand in a cool grasp. ‘I suppose you know why you are here?’. I was 11 at the time and lived with my brotherCharles and my mother. My father had deserted us and had moved toDetroit. This forced my mom to have to go to work. She worked at oneof the local plastic companies. She worked the third shift so she couldbe home with us during the evening.During this time my brother Charles had joined a gang. He was 16 anddidn't like staying home. Somehow on his night or evening excursions hemanaged to join this gang of about 6 boys. Well he did get into. "Please call me Carl or dad. We're practically family." Carl said, his usual jovial self."I think calling you dad already would be premature sir." Emily replied."Nonsense! I've been looking forward to this day for a long time. Now when can I expect my grandchildren?" Carl said with a grin as he leaned forward."Dad!" Joe said astonished at his father.Both Emily and Ki had to bite their lips to keep from laughing."What? I won't be around forever and your mother is tired of listening to my stories. In my hair and all over my body. Moving with every curve. With one hand on my hip and the other tangled in my hair he pushed me against the cold brick wall. I knotted both my hands through the back of his hair and pushed my lips hard against his. He kissed me back, groaning at the same time. My mouth opened under his and I slid my tongue gently into his mouth. His tongue met mine and we repeatedly broke the kiss only to meld together into the next. What started off as slow deep kisses began to.