But Louise had said I should and fathers everywhere give their daughters piggyback rides every day. I was determined not to let my own phobias prevent...me from doing the same.There! Did you see that? I admitted that it’s a phobia. But isn’t a phobia supposed to be an irrational fear? My fears are perfectly rational. But anyway, back to the story.From that moment on, my periodic rumbling laughter at the absurdity of what we were doing was punctuated by the soft giggle in my ear as something or. Well, when in Rome... Crossing the room to the full-height window I see the lazy end to a typical Italian day from my third floor vantage point. People heaving trash dumpsters into position, couples walking from restaurants, arm in arm, laughing and smiling. The city shutting down for the night, ready to do it all again tomorrow. A light across from me catches my attention. The hotel is broadly v-shaped and from a floor below, yellow light spills into the evening barely thirty feet across from. As the spasms subsided, Ashley sensuously licked any remaining drops of cum from her brother’s dick and swallowed it. ‘Holy shit,’ Brad gasped, ‘Where did you learn that?’ Ashley still held his throbbing member in her hand. ‘Not everything I learned at Robbie’s was in books,’ she said with a grin. ‘You mean…’ ‘Of course. How do you think I spent so much time at his house and still remained a virgin?’ ‘However you learned it, I sure am glad we changed the rule.’ ‘Me too,’ Ashley said, ‘And. He stared me down. ‘Table six wants a salad. You’re on kitchen duty today. Get your ass in there before I deduct another hour.’ I didn’t bother to reply, I pushed my way past him and into the kitchen, knowing that I was in for a long day. If only I would have woken up on time, then I wouldn’t have to deal with this attitude. I should have just called off altogether. Frankie probably woke up late, too, and decided to just say ‘Fuck it’ instead of coming into work to get yelled at. Smart.