"We can fix that" said Amy, tearing away the exposed part of the panties above Grace's new black bikini "my girlfriend and I wear these all the time -...you can adjust them however you like". I helped Grace tuck the torn ends down the back, finding one of Amy's hands already stroking my daughter's bottom. "She is a very hot ch1ld, your little Gracie - don't you think - perhaps I can make her cum"."Perhaps we ought to try the bikini top" I suggested, changing the subject "baby, lift your top up -. Be there in 15,” replies Jay.Taryn begins to pace in her bedroom. She absolutely hates packing. But she would committ fashion suicide if she just packed a random handful of clothes. She begins to pluck and pull any and everything from her closets. Opening and shutting dresser drawers. Surveying both shoe nooks and eventually decides to pack her whole damn jewelry collection. If all else fails, she can always wear a pair of diamond earrings and a smile. Wouldn’t be the first time. Exactly 15. The sound echoes through my head as I close the car door behind me. Walking down a grey pebble stone path I am lead through black wrought iron gates opening into spacious parklands. Heading into the heart of the park, I take in my surroundings. The boundary fences barely visible hidden behind large gum trees. Brightly coloured flowers cover the soil beneath the over sized trees. Purple and orange hues of the petals a stunning contrast against the pale grey of the tree trunks. Looking up into. "The truck should be here in fifteen minutes, Mullah Hassan," Aimal assured Abdul with a respectful bow of his head.His answer was greeted by a snort of frustration. Aimal had noticed the Mullah demonstrating many signs of frustration in recent weeks. It was not a trait Aimal expected to see in a revered, or feared, teacher of Islam.Aimal Saeed Al-Kassem was originally from Saudi Arabia. He had initially entered the United States on a student visa, and had remained on a work visa as a Professor.