Pints when it was quarts I wanted, but she was getting there.She turned, bent over, strutted away and came back to me, sank between my knees and licke... my glans as it stood quivering out before me. “Oh Daddy,” she sighed, “it’s just beautiful, but can I have one of the open ones next time, you know, that are just strips of cloth from the crotch to the boobs and nothing at all behind?”She sucked my prong in, and I smiled down at her and said, “Of course you may if your breasts get a little. She asked for another glass of fruit juice and I went to fetch it for her. On returning to the pool area Kyla had lifted the head section of the massage bed up and was sitting relaxing on it. I handed her the fruit juice she asked for and then moved to stand behind her as she told me more about her relationship with her new boyfriend. I then decided to place my hands onto her neck and shoulders, and I slowly and softly started to massage her. She said that it feels good and that it's the first. ”“No he’s not, he’s holding one or two back making us think he is. Let’s see what we can do so I can get a shot at him. Hand me the broom, a towel, my coat and my hat, but stay down.”“What are you going to do?”“When we get set, I’m going to swing the door wide open and have you wave the hat and coat in the opening. Hopefully he will shoot at that and I can get a shot at him from down here.”It took us a few minutes to get this set up. “Berta, do you have your pistol?”“Never without it.”“Well,. When it became clear I still wasn'ttalking, he decided to fill the silence."Anyway, nice place you got here," the stranger said. His expressionturned friendlier, more genuine. "Uh, mind telling me where the bathroomis? I'll be right back, I promise."My paralysis finally broke. Maybe it was how his bravado slipped. Maybeit was because I'd finished processing what was going on. Maybe it wasbecause, woman or no, scared or no, I wasn't helpless. Regardless, therewere hundreds of questions flying.