He was an all together different kettle of fish, he battered at her from the start, black loins met white cheeks with a slap at each stroke, her body ...lopping away from him like a wave with each hard push, her lithe frame crushed against the hard table-top relentlessly, by the onslaught. It was hard it was brutal and it was just what the moment demanded. She came again, then again gasping now breath in grunts as he forced the breath from her. Her head back now to keep the chin from the hard. Then her eyes drifted so quickly to the tent in my trousers, it felt like it never happened. She walked slowly, her hips swinging seductively and she lowered herself divinely onto the seat. Her legs spread wider this time and as the bus lumbered forward, she sank deeper into the seat and almost angled herself towards me. Still ignoring me, she raised one toned leg onto the seat and I could stare directly at... Not her underwear or thong, but at her pussy! My jaw dropped and appreciating the. This time though, he wasn’t alone, he had come home with the woman of his dreams and his child still waiting to experience all he had known himself. Even Jack seemed to feel the difference in the air as they stopped for dinner that night. He looked at Bull, and nodded. ‘Almost home son, you can smell the bayou even this far north can’t you?’ Bull took a deep breath of the sultry night air. ‘Yes sir I can. And the closer we get the stronger it will be.’ They were standing on the surrounding deck. " But what about Mark?" When I remembered the, Mark, you, all I could think of was losing mydaughter. You had taken my heart from the boy I loved so dearly. I knowI was wrong not to have told you that I remembered Mark, but at the timeI couldn't bare to think of losing you. I love you so much Amanda, andwatching my little girl become a woman, I know I did the right thing. Ijust hope you feel the same way?" Oh Daddy, I do. I love being Amanda and when I'm old enough I want tobecome a complete.