It would cost me almost all the money my daughter had made so far.But she and her two friends were whoring themselves out, and Mr. Myers, Kimmy’s fa...her, would pay so much to unknowingly pop his daughter’s cherry. And with Leyla filming it all ... Well, there would be more money coming in.I pulled on the baby doll nightie. It was sheer silk, a silvery gray. It cupped my breast, my dusky flesh bleeding through, my nipples so on display. This did nothing to hide them. The fabric felt so wonderful. "So Jenny of 21 Station View," he said reading a envelope he had found, "it's so nice to see you again and I bet the rest of the lad will be glad too. Now if I can find your telephone number in here, I'll give you a ring sometime." Please no," I said.He held my mobile phone and was looking through its menu for the number."Ahh, there we are," he said, "good home number too."And he wrote them down on the side of his newspaper."This is your stop I believe," he said as the train slowed.He got up. I looked over at Joan. Her nipples were taut and erect. Her breasts were flush red with lust. There was a hint of moisture around her labia. We decided to go for a swim. The water was warm and the waves were soothing. Joan wanted to float. I lifted her up, cupping her ass, and she looked amazing. We were still for a few minutes until a young man swam up to us. He was staring brazenly at Joan's glistening body. I interupted his staring by introducing ourselves, Dick and Carol, husband. " What?" you ask."No, never mind." she says."I think we have been together long enough and done enough you know I am not going to laugh so what?" you ask."Well," she says shyly, "Do you ever wonder...you know...how it feels for...for the 'other side'?" You mean, do I ever wonder what sex feels like for a woman?" you ask. She nods quickly, and you say, "Well, yeah, I guess I have wondered what it feels like for you. I guess if I could better understand what you're experiencing, then I'd be able.