In such attire I could barely move,but it revealed all the new contours of my body, so I did not complain."Your hair is too pretty to be shaved. Maste... won't care to follow deadfashions, anyhow."The hands combed my hair, and placed heavy gold on my wrists, neck andankles. Pain shot through both my ears, after which beautiful jewelleryhung from them. My eyelids were painted dark green, with thick blackeyeliner. My eyes appeared delightfully huge."The master will be pleased. Now go, Awakener."Kha. There were a couple of female Danish lovely girls, an Italian couple, Richard our guide and two American guys, one of whom was an athletic black man named Tyrone.We introduced ourselves and I couldn't help but notice the way my wife was staring at Tyrone as his shirtless, muscled torso rippled and glistened in the early morning light. We climbed into our canoes and headed off up river, passing by several islands in the middle and eventually stopping at a little riverside park for breakfast. All. She responded by letting her fingers rub my pussy. “Mmm, that feels good, “ I said. “I'm so glad, “ she replied, “Why don't you turn over and I'll massage your front.” I turned over to lie on my back. She straddled my body and started rubbing from my shoulders down to my tits – when she got there she tugged lightly at my nipples, which by now were very hard. To my amazement she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips - “Hope you don't mind,” she said. I said nothing but kissed her in. You looked so much like your mother…” Suddenly, the guilt came back to him. “We… we shouldn’t have done that, baby girl. I mean, I loved every minute, but…”“You made my first time really special, Dad. You have nothing to feel guilty about.”“What about your mother, sweetie? How would she feel if she knew…?”Laurie looked up in his face. “She would be glad that I made you happy, Daddy. She would know how sad you’ve been, and how great a father you are to me, and how much we love each other, and.