. I mean, no. I mean, just on the little ones when I babysit. No, sir, I’ve never seen one that big.”“Touch it, Kelli. Please touch it. You’ll...make me so happy.”“But…”“Please?”Kelli’s hand touched the head and her fingers found their way to encircle the engorged meat. Don gasped when she gave it a couple of quick tugs.“That feels amazing, honey. God, it’s making me even harder.”Thinking she did something wrong by making it harder, she let go and apologized, “I’m sorry, does it hurt? I didn’t. Jordan sat down next to me and together we had breakfast. *** Jordan That night I took Cheyenne out to dinner at the main resort and we had lobster and a crisp white wine. We laughed and joked and it was in my opinion anyway, the best damn dinner I’ve had in months. My jaw and stomach muslce hurt to hell. I don’t think I’ve ever laughed this much since I was a child and I know for a fact no-one could wipe the shit-eating gron from my face. We elected to walk back to the bungalow along the. She had a petite slim tanned physically fit five foot two body. Small well cared for feet , long lean legs , flat four pack stomach , firm c-cup breasts , long graceful neck and arms , long manicured fingers and nails , a beautiful face with full lips , and reddish-brown silky hair that hung down to her ankles usually done up into a braid spiraled into a bun on top of her head.She was dressed in a black pair of low heeled dress shoes , a short silky black side slit skirt with a silver belt ,. For lack of better words, you look like you’ve experienced life, like you don’t have to prove anything to anybody. I’d just like to talk to you, if you don’t mind.’ He finally released my hand, and leaned back, obviously thinking. After a bit of silence while he held an internal debate, he nodded. ‘All right. Please, join me.’ He signaled a bartender. ‘Another Shiner Bock, Sam. And an Irish coffee for Miss Kelly, minus the Irish.’ He looked at me. ‘I believe you’ve consumed enough alcohol this.