The sarong was see through and you could see the tiny little patch of hair about her otherwise shaved pussy. She carried a little bag and was wearing ...unglasses and a hat. She looked smoking hot, and decidedly not like she had a headache. She came over and sat on the bottom of my chaise said hello and gave me a kiss. I introduced her to to Cheryl and they started chatting. Soon they were deeply into girl talk and my eyes glazed over. I decided to go for a swim and when I got back the girls. By the way, my dad's name is Bill and my mom's name is Allison."I can't have this conversation with you again, Allison," my dad said."I still don't know what the problem is," she replied."The problem is that I'm dying. I love you. I desire you so badly." So? I love you too, Bill." But Allison ... Shit. Here I go again, trying to get you to understand how frustrated I am! I'm only in my early 40s. I'm not dead yet." What is that supposed to mean?" It means that I'm not an old man. I still have. Sometimes I work weekends. I bring things home to do in the evening." My eyes lowered. "I've had at least one relationship end over this in the past." "I see," he said. "The way we are now, I can make time for you." "Or... you could give me the chance to compete for your evenings and weekends," he said. The idea of him tempting me away from my work gave me a pleased throb. I was a little ashamed to be so hedonistic. He lifted my chin. "What else makes you hesitate?" "Our relationship is. Immediately, we both felt weird and stopped. I got up, fixed myself as Dave fixed himself. We both walked back to the bar. As people arrived, they were warm and friendly to us as newcomers. The DJ was awesome and worked hard to get everyone involved. When I saw the women dancing together and touching each other, I wanted to do that too. I just felt too shy to do anything about it. Sharing this feeling with Dave, he smiled and tried to encourage me to just join them. He told me how beautiful I.