Vikki arrived on the island on the Wed and we met her on the Saturday. As this was our 3rd meet with her we had all got quite familiar with each other...and enjoyed a very sexy evening together. However, the following night would be a different story.The next night i was out for a beer with my friend Bill. He knew my wife were swingers but he didn't normally ask about our adventures. This night though he asked question after question, his curiosity getting the better of him. About 10pm i got a. You say you don't know what you want done with them or what you expect from them?" Well yes. I know that I don't want them hurting any more people; but if someone doesn't want to change, I don't know if you can really make them change. You might be able to force them to behave a certain way, but the inner person would still be a seething ball of hate. I'd be lying if I said it didn't give me some satisfaction to fill Jessica's lying mouth with piss; but I don't like the other feelings that come. ." I said."So what do you want?" she asked."Well, I have thought a lot about this–in fact, I didn't get much sleep last night because I was thinking about all of this and what I would do."Like I said yesterday, making you leave would hurt Dad and he has lost one love already. I don't want to be the one to cause him more pain and humiliation. But I'm also not about to just shove my head in the sand and pretend this doesn't exist either. So here's the deal; you are going to continue to be Dad's. She lays me down gently on her bed, which smells like her. She crawls over me and kisses me softly. Her lips feel perfect on mine, soft and sweet.“You’re a bad girl, Julie, being naughty like that right out in the open.” She squeezes my breasts outside of my shirt with one hand, supporting herself on the bed with her other. I’ve never been talked to like that before, but it makes me burst with lust.“I can be your bad girl,” I whisper, a little more confident than before.“Not a chance.” She.