Daddy's hand can make you feel just as good as your own hand."Cindy's breathing changed. She was awake now. I froze again but left my hand where it wa.... My finger was buried deep in her cunt now. There was nothing innocent about this. I waited for the scream.It never came. "Don't stop, Daddy. That makes me feel so tingly all over," Cindy said quietly as she rubbed her crotch against my hand."O.K., honey," I replied.I resumed caressing her pussy. My finger pushed deeper into her cunt with each. He felt that a crick in his neck or a sore ear was a minor price for the privilege and feared that mentioning them might lessen the frequency of his chances. When Jeanette raised her right leg, however, he moved quickly. Experience had taught him that she wanted a little cuddle right now.And cuddle they did.The Kitten, whose first nine months of existence had -- after all -- included a lot more motion than her last one, no longer objected to a little shaking while she was being fed. She fell. . Soon we had a pitcher of a delicious, icy rum drink and were sitting in comfortable chairs on his back deck. It was very relaxed and pleasant. The view, the drink and the easy companionship. I hadn't had much for breakfast which was several hours in the past by now. The drink was much stronger than it tasted and soon my head seemed light as a balloon and just as floaty. I slowed my sipping on my second drink and began wondering if I should take the initiative and lead Roy to his bed. I was. I had half expected the two of them to show up, and maybe even with the eight year-old Ronald in tow. But, they hadn’t. We took our vows quite formally. Claire Cunningham acted as maid of honor. Jeff was my best man and Harriet was in charge of the rice. And that was it, just the five of us. We did have a good time at the Nugget eating and hurrahing the place after the ceremony. For a tiny wedding it was nice. I highly recommend Vegas to anybody. Glitzy it was, kind of crazy, but nice, and fun.