I lifted up the apple. She stepped closer, her green eyes looking to the fruit I held, then back to me and her smile widened into a grin. “I thought...there was a price to be paid?” she said as she stepped even closer. There was something about the way she moved. The sway of her hips, the criss cross steps of her long sleek legs. The noticeable bounce of her breasts trapped beneath the taut satin of her costume. It was mesmerizing and I realized I was ogling her. “Umm, yes,” I said and realized. All it is, (Chrissiesays, and she should know) is fancy words that mean her skin-glands are overactive, and they don’t know why. Yeah, skin-glands. Sweat-glands, and others. By the timeChrissie was 15, the whole family was experts on skin-glands,skin-disorders, kidneys, and thyroid conditions. They were allrelated. Most people don’t know that the skin is almost asimportant an organ for cleansing the blood, as the kidney is.Only it doesn’t have the delicate chemical. "Turtles don't live in every pond. We don't even know if there's anything in this water to feed one." Well something bit me!" yelled Becky. "Right ... there!" She pointed at her calf, where there was a tiny patch of skin that was pinker than the rest."Well then, said Bella chuckling again. "We'll just have to rig up some fishing poles so you can find out what it was. Maybe we'll have a fine fish dinner!" She grinned. "You know, turtles don't bite all that often. Not people anyway. But if. " He..." began Benjamin, only to be interrupted by another sizzling kiss from the soft and tender lips of my wife. Attempting to ignore my son and Devi kissing and touching, I grabbed a blanket and covered everyone's laps. Then I kissed Bess and slid my hand between her thighs. Her hands undid my trousers and extracted my penis. We kept talking to hide our goings on."Like I said, Benjamin," said Bess. "We love your poem. I want to use it at my wedding." Really," chirped Benjamin, excited in so.