Armed with books and an ipod I settled into a very nice hotel 95% full of Germans so chatting at the bar was stilted to say the least but friendly all...the same.I explored the nearby beaches and was stunned by the amount of naturists. All shapes, sizes and ages but mostly (very mostly) plump and mature. To be honest though my thoughts were that if they aren't embarressed then why should I be.I settled down to my first naked sunbathe on day three and loved it to bits. So liberating.That evening. We made our way inside and I knew that there were eyes on me, I'm unusually tall for a woman and I knew people could see my bra, also its not everyday that 2 women come into a place like this and head straight for the booths, for the glory holes. Once in th booth my mistress put some coins in the slot to reveal a video of a girl sucking cock... she seated herself with her back to the screen and had me knees in front of one of the holes in the wall. I put my fingers through and wiggled them. I. "mmn. About me?"Yea" I smile and lie to her. It's not as though I was going to tell her the truth.I had never had a sexy dream about my daughter before. I wonder to myself if anyone else ever does. I tell myself they probably do. It's probably OK to dream about that. About Chloe, like that, especially since she looks kind of similar to her mother, and she's the same age now when we were hooking up. Besides I didn't even know about Cloe until a couple years ago when her grandmother contacted me.. ’ ‘She’d like to meet you. She likes fems and she’s on the prowl. Her last girl pissed off with a librarian from Stepney.’ ‘They have libraries in Stepney?’ A voice close to my left ear said, ‘Apparently they do.’ Tamsyn was not what I expected. She was smartly dressed in a leather jacket that did nothing to hide her well-developed arms. Tight leather trousers similarly revealed shapely legs. Her hair was cut short and black. She was the colour of dark chocolate, with a delicate little mouth.