“I’m sorry I didn’t get next to you in bed when we arrived back. I needed some time to myself and I wasn’t going to trust myself next to you.�...� He said. “What do you mean not going to trust yourself next to me?” I half asked curious yet a little shocked at the statement. He quickly got up and started walking towards the fire pit we made.“Wait! Come back!” I yelled and tried to turn my torso to look at him. He ignored me and continued walking. I was starting to feel irritated at him. Why say. “We should probably go talk to your Dad about the plans.”I wasn’t thrilled that she wanted to break the magic of the moment so quickly and even less since the reason was to talk to my father. Begrudgingly, I got up out of bed and got a shower. When I finished, I found Cindy and Dad in the kitchen drinking coffee and making small talk.Eventually, we worked out the details. Cindy and I flew back home. Dad drove his van out two weeks later. When he arrived, he gave me a quick, stiff hug, then. Picking up her bottle of water, she splashed a few drops onto her tummy, gently spreading the water with her fingertips. And in the next moment, she opened her legs further, and carefully poured some water onto the mound above her slit. With her fingers she massaged the water all over her pussy, letting her finger slide between her pussylips. This went on for several minutes, and it was clearly an exclusive show for me because nobody had my angle of vision. Even now, as I remember that moment,. Joana's house wasn't very big, butit had two rooms. In the main room there was her bed, the kitchen and atable for a party of four to have a meal together. In the other room, abit smaller, there was another bed that was large enough for Mustapha andme. Some nights Manuelito would sleep with us. It was during those nightsI felt that finally my man and I were a family. To an extent, weconsidered him as our child. Mustapha often played with Manuelito. Duringthe day, we took care of all his needs:.