"You're my best friend," I said dismissively as I turned to look atmyself in the mirror again."Come on narcissus, too much of that makes you go blind ...r at least makesyou wish you were."She took my arm and turned me to the door with a little tug. I spun backto the mirror for a final check as I had not been looking at myself thatway but Jean had not let me down, I was flawless.As we walked out the door, she slipped my shoulder bag over my arm andpunched me in the back saying, "Posture girl! "I. I got a lob on just watching her get off the coach as they arrived at our hotel. They looked a bit lost so I started chatting to them, and when the mum and daughter went off to their room I invited him for a quick drink, during which time I commented on his daughter. “She’s not mine” he said, “she’s my step daughter, I married her mum a year ago. And what a fucking slut, you wouldn’t believe what a horny little bitch she is, she was flirting with me before we got married and soon after our. My tits hang down heavy and full nipples tingle as they brush the cold polished wood surface of the desk. My legs wide open pointing straight to the door, the handle turns, and finding it locked, the person knocks, there is no response from either of us, and the latch turns again and then falls silent, I want to pee so badly and hold it tightly but cannot stop other juices from leaking out over my closed pussy lips. As you move round your desk you stop at the window, “Hot in here isn’t it?”. You shake your head at his antics tonight but you still can’t help giggling as you finish what he started, undressing. Slowly, slipping into the tub, the warm water caressing your skin as you. The music leaks through the door as you indulge in bubbles, playing with them like you did when you were a kid, pushing them back and forth. The door cracks open and his voice drifts in. ‘Anything I can get for you?’ he asks. ‘I’m good, thanks though,’ you reply. The door closes and you are left alone.