” He patted the sofa. Jill dove in next to her father, snuggling up against him. His broad shoulder was firm to lean against, and Jill thought he sm...lled so good. She felt her pussy getting even wetter. “Daddy,” Jill said, using her little-girl voice, “you know the only thing that could really make me happy?” “What?” “If I could be loved the way you love Mom.” “Well,” said her father, reaching over to pat her fondly on her thigh, “I’m sure you’ll meet someone good soon.” “No,” said Jill , “I. I gained my senses and I dropped her back to her p.g after the party. Next morning I had a flight to catch so I went to my p.g and slept. Without meeting her next day, I flew to Bangalore. We didn’t discuss anything about this incident after that.In June our college sent us to invite for the convocation. I was damn excited to meet ninoshka, my best friend. As I was very busy with my work life, I asked her to arrange a hotel for me for the convocation night. She said fine.Finally, the day came. The view was of a sparsely decorated office, a table and a few chairs. There were a couple of young men in rather old-fashioned looking blue suits sitting by the table. Mrs. Merrick suddenly realized who the men were."It's them! Those are the bastards that killed my Emma!" She looked to where Merrick had been sitting, but he was gone. She was alone in the room.She saw Merrick walk into the other room and take a seat at the desk. "Victor Johnson, Roland Spekes." The two men nodded. "I'm Thom. ”Taylor glanced down the beach. “Will we run into people you know here?”“Possibly, but they won’t be intrusive. Even if they realize we’re together, they won’t say anything. It’s part of the ‘naked beach’ code. You don’t stare, and you never admit having looked.”“So the only one I have to worry about thinking things about us, is you?” Taylor said, grinning.Walking along the beachfront, Taylor could see what he meant. The beach was like any other: families scattered about, kids playing in the.