It's a Family Affair (Logan Drake & Elven Sex Goddess)
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				Title: <strong>It's a Family Affair (Logan Drake &amp; Elven Sex Goddess)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Logan Drake</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 02:53:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">'Saturday Morning'</span><br>A story of espionage and taboo<br><br>Introduction: </div>Saturday morning, in the next bedroom of the suite at the Hotel La Perouse, nestled on the cliffs of Nice, France facing the Mediterranean Sea.&nbsp; &nbsp;Within the long disenfranchised daughter of the American playboy Clark Deveroe of the Mediterranean region.&nbsp; With her brings a blast of the past with her sudden appearance and documentation.&nbsp; Her mother remembered Natasha Rostroski a Russian intern at the Russian embassy in London.&nbsp; &nbsp;A summer romance that had been a whirlwind of two people self-indulging themselves.&nbsp; That would leave a long lasting memory of what had been and lost.&nbsp; His job had taken him away,&nbsp; his mission had only been for the summer in London that year.&nbsp; &nbsp;But more then a long lasting memory of the red headed Russian vision that Natasha was, it seemed a more lasting one had become of that whirlwind summer sixteen years ago.&nbsp; &nbsp;The word disenfranchised is not truly the all-encompassing word.&nbsp; &nbsp;To be such one would have had to have knowledge of having a daughter.&nbsp; All night he had checked out the documentation and legal papers that she had shown up with in hand.&nbsp; Indeed the sixteen-year-old young woman in the next room Annabelle Rostroski is his daughter.&nbsp; &nbsp;A British citizen, born in London and thus registered as a British citizen.&nbsp; Although her passport had a recent stamp from Moscow.,&nbsp; showing that she had been living in Moscow the past few years.&nbsp; &nbsp;The news of such is further laden with the news of Natasha’s death.&nbsp; &nbsp;She had died in a car bombing in Georgia.&nbsp; &nbsp;Which leads to what he had often speculated over the years.&nbsp; She had been more then just a intern at the Russian embassy.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Pausing at the door of his daughter’s room, Clark would hesitate.&nbsp; Wondering if she was up yet, not sure if he should go in.&nbsp; She could still be sleeping.&nbsp; &nbsp;She is a teenager after all and despite the fact it is eleven thirty in the morning.&nbsp; She may just be still asleep.&nbsp; Should he even go in, start a relationship with a daughter he never knew he had.&nbsp; What would he say, his lifestyle and what he does is not conducive to having a family.&nbsp; It is the reason he had never married.&nbsp; The question is what happens after he gets to know her.&nbsp; Having to send her away, something he is certain is not what she would expect.&nbsp; &nbsp;This must be hard on her.&nbsp; Hearing the sound of movement within the room, signals she is awake.&nbsp; &nbsp;Reaching and taking a hold of the doorknob, Clark would turn it and push open the door.&nbsp; &nbsp; Before realizing it he enters the room to the following vision.&nbsp; &nbsp;Like her mother, Annabelle has the long flowing red tresses.&nbsp; She is on the bed on her hands and knees.&nbsp; &nbsp;She has not a stitch of clothing on as she apparently slept in the nude.&nbsp; &nbsp;Her heart shape derriere is in the air facing Clark.&nbsp; Her breasts full hang free underneath.&nbsp; &nbsp;It can be seen she is looking out the window of her room down onto the Mediterranean below from her bed.&nbsp; &nbsp;A vision upon a sea of white sheets, comforter and bedspread.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>It had been a long night with not much sleep.&nbsp; Excitement had dominated her, making her too restless to sleep.&nbsp; &nbsp;It had been all a whirlwind the past few days.&nbsp; &nbsp;Mom having been killed in a car bombing.&nbsp; &nbsp;Uncle Boris coming to the apartment in Moscow.&nbsp; Saying she would be traveling to meet her father.&nbsp; A father who she thought had died.&nbsp; A father who she had assumed had been a British soldier.&nbsp; &nbsp;Even though her mother had not said as much.&nbsp; For the longest since she had been little, she had memories of a man in uniform in hers and mother’s life in London.&nbsp; &nbsp; Given a packet with all the necessary documentation of legal papers.&nbsp; Annabelle found herself flying to southern France and the capital of that provenance of France, Nice.&nbsp; &nbsp;What bothered her is not the fact that her mother is dead or how she had been rushed and sent away by her uncle Boris a day after her mother was laid to rest.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is the fact that her mother and everyone else in her life had kept from her&nbsp; such a fact.&nbsp; &nbsp; Back to the having a British father, that is thrown out the door upon meeting her father the day before.&nbsp; &nbsp;He had been caught totally off guard at her sudden appearance.&nbsp; &nbsp;He though quickly recovered and had changed rooms at the hotel, switching to a suite for the two of them.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Annabelle for the longest had always slept in the nude.&nbsp; It is no different here and now.&nbsp; &nbsp;Especially the fine Egyptian cotton linen cotton sheets on the bed.&nbsp; &nbsp;It is like sleeping on a cloud, is how she would describe the feeling of the sheets against her own soft skin.&nbsp; She had mainly stayed awake that night.&nbsp; &nbsp;It had not been all the thoughts that led her to this room and the man in the other room.&nbsp; She stayed awake cause of two reasons.&nbsp; &nbsp; First the realization her father is American and he is very hot, a hunk.&nbsp; You know the hot kind like George Clooney. <br><br>The sound of crashing waves down below on the cliffs causes Annabelle to shed the cover of sheets and comforter.&nbsp; Rising up on the bed on her hands and knees to peek out the window.&nbsp; So she could see the crashing sound of surf against the rocks below.&nbsp; In the midst of this the door suddenly opens and her father steps into the room.&nbsp; &nbsp; Catching her by total surprise as she looks out the window.&nbsp; &nbsp;Instead of causing her to jump in embarrassment, it sent a sudden thrill through her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Causing her heart to race and swoon in the way of one that is suddenly smitten in amour way.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>==========================================================<div align="center">End Introduction</div><br>(http://eyecandy.abzolute.net/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/Jack-Mackenroth-3-e1288248226415.jpg)<br><br>Clark Deveroe stood in the doorway to his daughters room and looked at her bending over on all fours, her soft skin gleaming in the morning light. His heart quickened and his pulse raced. He felt his arousal peaking as his body responded to the young woman who he had never known. He couldn't take his eyes off her supple body and he looked around as if to see who might be watching, and stepped in shutting the door behind him. <br><br>"Ahhh... Annabelle?" He said with a hoarse whisper, as his voice failed him. He absent mindedly smoothed out the linen slacks and polo shirt he wore. His hands were damp with sweat. He thought <em>Get a grip old man. You've seen plenty of naked women in your life. </em> ...almost as instanteously came a return thought...<em>But, none 16 and none being a relation....even if hed never known her, it didnt change things....or did it. </em> He shook his head to clear the thought. He licked his lips as the anxiety gripped him. His every instinct cried for him to move forward and kneel behind her and taste her womanhood, bringing her to climax with the expertise that was his. He fought his urge to take her in his arms and kiss her. <br><br>Again he said "Annabelle? ummm Its me, Clark. Dad. " The word felt strange as it came off his tongue. He sure didnt feel like her dad, least of all now. Funny, all these years living life on the edge, and in front of a naked 16 year old he was at a total loss. He let his eyes drink her in. The desire apparent on his face, but he pushed it down and croaked out "Maybe you should put some clothes on before I have a heart attack here"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's a Family Affair (Logan Drake &amp; Elven Sex Goddess)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>21-02-2011, 03:37:33</strong>
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				(http://www.easyimage.us/media/files_image/user2659/13596ea3fe30.jpg)<br><br>Caught in a total surprise.&nbsp; &nbsp;As if she just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.&nbsp; &nbsp;Annabelle swooned on the inside,&nbsp; her heart fluttered for a moment.&nbsp; &nbsp; With the dawning realization her father had just walked in on her.&nbsp; &nbsp;But in that moment she viewed him not as her father.&nbsp; &nbsp;But as one hot guy,&nbsp; who she suddenly found herself smitten with.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;It takes a few moments, long ones for his words telling her to cover up to sink in.&nbsp; &nbsp;As she had cantered her head back and looked to him.&nbsp; &nbsp; More in being memorized then being a wanton exhibitionist.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Not being able to read faces or body language.&nbsp; &nbsp;She misses seeing the desire his face and body gives way with.&nbsp; &nbsp;Through she wonder if he found her desirable.&nbsp; &nbsp;If he is attracted to her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Twisting and falling back onto the bed.&nbsp; &nbsp;At the same time grabbing the white sheet and pulling it up to give herself a teeny bit of modesty in front of the man that suddenly thinks he is her dad.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;In the biological part of the equation,&nbsp; he is her dad.&nbsp; &nbsp;But he really hasn't been a dad to her all these years.&nbsp; &nbsp;He didn't know she existed nor did she realize he is alive.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><em>"Good morning Clark,&nbsp; I was checking out the sound of the sea crashing against the cliffs below the hotel."</em><br><br>She felt a need to explain why she had been caught in the compromising position.&nbsp; While at the same time the sheet pulled up.&nbsp; &nbsp;Despite offering total coverage is more revealing with how it lays against her in form fitting contour of her soft very womanly curves that she suddenly grew into this past year.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's a Family Affair (Logan Drake &amp; Elven Sex Goddess)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Logan Drake</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 02:18:53</strong>
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				He nodded, his eyes drifting down the bed. Taking in the soft indentation of her neck, the swell beneath the near transparent sheet of her ample breasts, and the darker circles that barely shown beneath it that marked where her nipples were. <br><br>Continuing his gaze, even though his mind reeled against it, he looked at how the sheet clung to her stomach and hips. He could barely make out the mound of her femininity marked by a small bit of auburn red hair. Then down to the legs that were well muscled and all woman. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he said "I understand Annabelle, the sound of the ocean can be very hypnotic. Did you want to have breakfast? I can either have room service bring it up or we can hit one of the local cafe's. I think we need to catch up some, get to know each other. Maybe take a drive up the coast. What do you think?"<br><br>He stood, framed in the morning light. His white linen pants showing his well defined muscled legs beneath. The tan showing through easily. His briefs could be made out beneath as well. His manhood still partially erect from this vision of a woman he had before him. Mentally he cursed himself again for his desire. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: It's a Family Affair (Logan Drake &amp; Elven Sex Goddess)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elven Sex Goddess</strong> on <strong>23-02-2011, 04:58:46</strong>
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				Since Clark represented a authoritative figure.&nbsp; &nbsp;Annabelle would look away from holding his gaze with her own.&nbsp; &nbsp;This caused her to look down at her dad.&nbsp; &nbsp; To drink in his Adonis like body.&nbsp; &nbsp;Then it hits her,&nbsp; the semi bulge around his groin area.&nbsp; &nbsp;The thin white linen sleep pants the covered offered.&nbsp; An it did noting to hide the semi erection.&nbsp; For that matter it made it stick out.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>'Suddenly Clark strode forward.&nbsp; &nbsp;With audacious daring he reached down and pulled off the sheets that covered Annabelle.&nbsp; &nbsp; His gaze stern yet appreciative gazed down at her.&nbsp; &nbsp;Roving over her young nubile body, drinking it in like a tonic.&nbsp; &nbsp; Sliding down next to her on the bed.&nbsp; &nbsp;His hands reached out and begin to caress over her body.&nbsp; In reaction Annabelle finds herself laying back on the pillow.&nbsp; &nbsp;As Clark begins to caress and fondle her all over.&nbsp; &nbsp;But when his fingers slip down over her mound and slip into her first one and two.&nbsp; She found herself moaning and arching at the small of her back.'<br><br><em>"Ohhh, mmmm."</em> <br><br>Suddenly Annabelle seemed not to be listening to Clark.&nbsp; As she laid back on the bed.&nbsp; Squirming under the sheets,&nbsp; so it would slip down partial to expose her breasts.&nbsp; &nbsp;Especially all of sudden she arches her back and moans out loud as if aroused.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Opening her eyes again,&nbsp; Annabelle would see Clark still standing where he had been at the start.&nbsp; &nbsp;Realizing what she had just did in a moment of daydreaming.&nbsp; &nbsp;She sit up and yank back up the sheets to cover her.&nbsp; &nbsp;An her face is one red mask of embarrassment.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br><br>
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