Women were either candidates for bed games or they weren't.Jennifer was suddenly very vague indeed. She was blossoming, sexually. That much was clear....Even if it was unintended, it was happening, and the purely male part of his mind put her in the bed game category. But she was his best friend's daughter, his "niece" for all intents and purposes, which meant she wasn't fair game and should never have had that pretty pussy of hers pressed against the clitty whizzer.She was innocent ... pure as. I got all of the bits for the camera out of my bag and laid them down carefully, the lens was already fitted so I didn't have to fiddle with that. I checked to see that the battery was fully charged, it was and that wasn't a surprise as I'd had it hooked up to its charger all night. The memory card was a four-gigabyte model and I'd formatted it last night so I knew there was plenty of room on it.Fastening the camera to the tripod took seconds and then I positioned it so that I could see the. " Before I could turn around she laughed into her napkin, explaining "She strode into the hotel and immediately noticed you. But the maître d' intercepted her. He's trying to tell her how long a wait it'll be, but she's arguing that she isn't interest in the food. I think you've got that scene you were so worried about," she informed me with a crooked grin.I glanced up and saw the girl. She was quite pretty, tall and slender, well dressed with noticeable make-up. She had shortish blond hair. He was tall and his build total perfection. His lashes were long and looked spun of silk which framed his azure blue eyes, eyes so deep a woman could get lost in them for eternity. His hands were large and so very strong yet they wer as gentle as a spring breeze when they caressed my face, my brests, my bldy. How I craved his touch, to taste his lips on mine, to feel his body pressed to mine. As my dreams of my adonis grew more frequent my determination also grew I knew he was out there.