One hand still on my clasped hands, he uses the other to lift a piece of stray hair from my face. We’re all made to believe this is love. He’s a v...sion, an absolute beauty. His hands are soft and his nails perfectly trimmed. His fingers are long and bony, yet have a very graceful elegance to them. He wears an old ring belonging to an old relative on his right index. More soft, perfect, unbroken skin. Compared to his, my hands are stubby and dirty, now that I realise. The skin around each and. "Yeah, look at the picture, your hair is all over the place. What did you do, have another late night shower again and then go to bed with your hair wet?" her mother said with a laugh."Actually I did mom, I haven't even looked in the mirror yet today." Well, go look at the picture on your camera, see what I mean. You might be right about the "scaring the kiddies" thing, ha ha." Sure thing mom. Uhh, did you want something?" Olivia asked standing there holding her robe tightly to her chest."No, I. ”Her second oldest daughter and her youngest were staying to cook for the camp. The older one was being wooed by one of the engineers and the youngest had locked down on Gal to the point he couldn’t see anything but her.Gal was so overcome when we gave him the valley minus the mine of course, that he couldn’t talk. He deserved it. He and Emily had worked out a deal where she was bringing in a herd of young stuff to run in the valley. They would sell the beef to the miners and the small. She did not splash him… how did he get water on his pants, but evidently he did somehow.She looked at her big brother and asked, “Bruce could you dry me off?”Bruce was watching her trying to get as much of a view of her as he could… so he would have something to think about, as he beat off later that night. When she asked him that he thought well… “I can try to get another feel of her cute ass” but he wasn't going to give in that easily. He said, "Why, you are old enough to dry yourself.