Their hands reached the material and rubbed her through it, instead. The textured cotton whispered against her flesh, arousing hungry response from he... tightly stretched muscles.Rocky rubbed in small circles on her lower belly. Jim used both hands, stroking unhurriedly over the fronts of her upper thighs. Ward leaned in from the side, one arm across her, and kneaded her hips, his fingers driving under her to squeeze her asscheeks. Leanne lovingly caressed Myra's upper arms, again and again. I am so curious!”“No,” I said. My Papa woke up then. “No what?” He asked. He looked at us, the memory coming back to him. “Oh,” he said, a little embarrassed. He must have been a little drunk last night. “Uncle, I want to feel it too,” Hema said boldy. “I want you to do to me what you did to Naina!”Papa smiled. “But Hema, she is my baby. I do it to her because I love her, she is the copy of my wife.”“Please, Uncle, I am so curious. Please, only a short time. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”. "Mind if I shut the door? This is kind of personal," she said."No, go ahead." She shut the door and then came over to sit in the chair in front of his desk."So what's going on, Miss Moore?" he asked."Peter, I can't take it anymore!" she said, the news bursting from her. "I have tried to keep things in perspective to stay professional, but I can't do it any longer! That lunch date we had yesterday was too much and I have been thinking about it every moment since. “I didn't sleep a wink last. I never did figure out if there was a bad guy or if all the characters were Sheriffs, FBI agents, and CIA agents trying to fool each other. The suitcase full of sand was a nice touch, though.Monday morning the bus picked us up at five o'clock and we were in Burbank by five-thirty. While we were waiting, we went through forms. Lonnie had seen our clan do forms before, but Erin was very interested."It's part of waking up in the morning and staying fit. Jason isn't usually with us for forms.