“Obsession” you moan as you try to decide if you want to protest his advances. He spins you in your barstool and you can see he’s gotten his shi...t wet. He draws you in close for a passionate kiss, but he leans over and bites your earlobe and purrs in your ear first. “I like it” he whispers before pressing his lips to yours. He slips his hands up your thighs and you feel one finger gently slide over your lips. His lips are working down your neckline, his hands moving up and down your thighs,. By this time in his life, he had recognized that a hard on in the morning was the result of needing to pee, and not that he needed sex. It made no difference, because it was still hard. His little girl wanted more soothing, and he would not deny her anything, especially since the others were asleep."Do ya really want more, Emmeline?" he whispered in her ear as he leaned his body down over hers."Please, Daddy; it felt so good before. I just gotta feel that again, if ya don't care."He wondered. As they discussed the issues over lunch they were heard by a few others who then joined them. So, knowing this family you can guess what happened next, or putting it another way, many hands make light work. We saw the results this morning. Your comments after the ceremony were very appropriate as they emphasized working together toward a common purpose."After the ceremony, several made comments to the effect that they thought the site was exquisitely perfect. A few thought it was so perfect. “I am really sorry; I know this is private property. I was walking and………….” I stopped in mid-sentence. There, about three feet in front of me, leaning on the railing stood, a 6 ‘ 4” something of a very yummy blue eyed man. He had a motorcycle helmet in one hand, and the other hand had a thumb hooked in his jean pocket. Mhh, nice package. “Oh umm,” I continued, “I am really sorry, I will be on my way there is a storm coming, I just need to find out how far from home I am. If you will just give.