. brotchen, butter, honig, wurst, musli, milch and saft. (buns, butter, honey, sausage, muesli, milk and juice). The trim young maid came in and put t...e food on the table then went back to get the coffee and hot chocolate also on offer. The breakfast maid was a very pretty young girl wearing a very short working smock that was completely see through. No bra or panties were visible underneath that smock giving any observer a lovely view of her young breasts, her round butt cheeks, the gentle. Three hours later and I was not only on my way to being pissed but beginning to think i”d been stitched up. As I was thinking of leaving I heard talking from next door. Looking through the peep-hole I saw Karen with the two men plus two more. They had all been drinking and Karen seemed to be really up for it. One of the men, I think his name was Tom, whispered in her ear and she nodded and grabbed her overnight bag and left the room. Tom looked in my direction and gave the thumbs up. Ten. She glanced at the wall clock in the bathroom and snickered to herself, there had to be a clock in every room of both the cabin and the house. Trevor was always so worried about what time it was, henever relaxed and just let things flow anymore. It was all work, work, work and no time for the enjoyments in life. As she sank deeper into the water’s warmth she thought about the last time they’d been together, actually acting as man and wife and the intensity that had come with it. She shivered. We hadn't been around the Manor much, since the wedding. I felt, pretty much, the way I had when I was supposed to be sleeping in the guest room, although everybody knew I was in there, boffing their daughter.But, damn it, I was the official son-in-law now. I had responsibilities. "Mom," I said, trying out, for the very first time, the concept of calling my mother-in-law "Mom." "Mom," I said, "you know we went to a clothing-optional beach on our honeymoon in St. Martin." Yes?"Actually, I wasn't.