’ said Briggs in his casual, laconic voice. ‘The Reverend Patterson has a private security detail that makes the U.S. Secret Service look tame by ...omparison. The TCPD will be handling mostly parking and crowd control at the Church and its perimeter, and at the University Arena. The Campus Police will be doing most of the traffic control on Campus. There’s really a lot less for us to do than I expected.’ ‘But…’ Cindy said, then made sure to keep her voice under control as she continued: ‘… but. Thepause becomes linger and your mind focuses constructing the whole look,the shoes, underwear, accessories, hair and make up until you can seeyourself in a mirror, a vision of femimine perfection. You become awareof your heart quickening and with the picture bright and clear in yourmind you turn for home. The moment has switched your senses on, theheaviness of your shoes, roughness of the denim even your own aroma.Where you have rough, solid, flat, loose, stale you desire smooth,light,high,. We fall to the bed, giggling. We roll together and, lying on our sides, embrace again. You throw your leg over my hip and press your crotch to mine. Taking the initiative, you kiss your way down my neck, across my chest, and follow the hair to my navel. You tease me with your tongue, looking up at me and smiling when I tense in response. Turning back to your task, you undo the buttons of my Levi’s, one by one, exposing my cock. You rub it lightly with your fingers, laying my fly open. You begin. “Mom says lunch is in fifteen minutes!”“OK, Pumpkin. Let me finish talking to Katy and then we’ll be in.”She left, and I turned back to load another log onto the splitter.“Pint-sized humans aside, I like soft and cuddly just as much as you do!”“She’s getting so big! I remember when she was born!”“Me too! You feed them and water them and they grow! It’ll happen to Davey, too!”“I know,” she said with a smile.“Katy, here’s the question for you. I don’t need an answer right now, but you do need to.