It turns out that every year we went to the resort my dad had been having sex with lots of the younger girls between the ages of 14 and 17. The only r...ason my mom found out about it was because he had gotten a 15 year old girl pregnant. I'm glad he never done anything to my sisters. we still haven't seen him since then and we don't really want to. Even after my dad left we continued to be naturists which was fine until i was 11.When i was 11, I was living with my mom who was 35, my older sister. It was nearing the end of the day when April actually screwed up enough courage to approach him about it. Having had all day to consider how she'd go about it had helped. That and the fact that she was particularly aroused at the moment gave her enough strength to even suggest it to him."Brad? Have you got a minute? I want to ask you something." Sure kiddo. What is it?" Not here... in your office," she said.Moments later April followed Brad into his office, closing the door behind her as she. To this day, I don’t know what he thought of, nor do I care. All I know is that my thoughts flowed freely, the evils of teenage life escaped my mind for a few moments, and I could truly experience a taste of Heaven. We brought a camera one time. I wanted a picture of the greatest place on earth, to hold near me when I slept, so that maybe my dreams wouldn’t be so strange. He wanted a picture of me. I sat on a log, right at the side of the stream, my bare feet splashing in the water and my jeans. ‘I’m Rowena Talbot, by the way,’ the girl said. ‘You can call me Rowe. What’s your name,’ she asked. ‘George, and you can call me George,’ I replied heavily. She rose and waddled over to the kitchen and looked in. ‘Not bad,’ she commented. ‘By the way, something’s burning on the stove.’ ‘Oh God, I’ve forgotten all about the meal I was cooking.’ I rushed into the kitchen and retrieved the pan, just about saving the contents from total incineration. ‘You cook?’ she asked. ‘Yes.’ ‘Not married?’.