Everybody else in the holiday camp could sod off. I didn't know them, had no wish to.My armpits had to be shaved again, to ward off strange looks and,...at my Mother's insistence; my legs went the same way 'in case I wanted to go for a swim'. Prophetic. I first saw Paul as we were walking into the holiday resort Dad had booked, for the first time. It was early evening. The asphalt had been heated by the sun all day and was painful to walk on, even through my sandals. As the porter showed us to. I offered her to come in to my house ahd have lunch with me.I said you wont have time now to get to where you were going. So she agreed to come in.She grabbed her bag out of her car and came in I told her to make herself comfy in the front room I just needed a quick shower. We have a downstairs bathroom so I nipped in there for a shower as I came out to go upstairs I noticed her bag and couldnt resist a peek inside. My heart was pounding as I quietly unzipped it andinside I found a pair of her. I kept my head still so my husband didn't catch on to what we were doing.I felt an orgasm coming. I took Mike's hands off my hips and pressed them to my tits. My son's dick in me his hands on my tits were too much. I felt wave after wave hit me. All I could do was tense my body. It lasted a good thirty seconds. It was the longest orgasm I ever had. Exhausted I laid back on my son. He wasn't finished with me yet. He kept thrusting his dick in me. His legs went straight out. My son started. "Hi, Darlin'! You're looking sharp this morning," said her father, sitting down on the chair opposite her."Why thanks, Daddy. You ain't too shabby yourself!" Julie replied, putting on a strong southern drawl.Her father smiled broadly appreciating the excellent imitation. It was clear that Julie had inherited Dave's sense of humour, and the two of them had always got on exceptionally well. What neither of them knew was that Julie had not only inherited both her parent's exceptional good-looks,.