.. ya think?Funny thing ... Stevie didn't have a speck on her ... neither did HAL/Ricky. Stevie did something ... we were clean. The smell of fresh bl...od and scattered brains was rife!! Rather than a sickening stench it was a major turn on.The headless shark was still thrashing and convulsing in the water ... it was really deep just off the shoulder of the headland. Blood was flying everywhere ... hundreds of yards out in the bay there were gigantic fins cutting speedboat sized wakes all. "It will, Karen! And I will find it very hard trying to concentrate on what I am doing if that keeps nudging me." What shall we do Daddy?" What do you suggest?" I laugh."Wait until it goes back down?" She adds mischievously."I know what we could do..." What's that?"I grab her cock and lick the pink knob that has appeared out of the folds of her foreskin. "Oooohh!! Daddy!!" She cries out. I take the whole thing into my mouth and suck on it.Her back arches and she gasps. Her eyes are shut firm. At about 2.00 in the afternoon after my lunch I used to nap for a few hours. This was the time Latha, Kumaran’s wife would come for her bath. Kumaran always accompanied her. When Latha came out of the bathroom she used to be only in her blouse and petticoat but since Kumaran was around I never dared to really come out of my room and look. The couple would also come in the evening to serve my dinner but would always leave together. So I never had a chance to make my move. Just looking at her. It was a Sunday afternoon in the late 1980s and I was a fifteen-year-oldboy, single-handedly operating the small motorboat that was the passengerferry between Woodbridge Mill and the north bank of the River Deben wherea pathway went up towards Sutton Hoo and the old excavations. The firsthalf of the afternoon was always spent generally ferrying people north tothe Hoo and then later returning them all to the Woodbridge side.It was a bright sunny Sunday afternoon and I had been quite busy.