I'm your step-father, and that's not right," I said as I started to get out of bed."What if your mother found out?" I'm sorry daddy. Please stay. I'll...be good," she said rolling over on her side.It took a while, but I finally got back to sleep. Both disturbed and aroused by the feel of my daughters breast in my hand, I wrestled with the feelings until exhaustion finally took over and I fell into a deep slumber. Deep enough for me to return to the erotic dream I was having before Trina showed up. At last he got her to the bank and stopped to catch his breathShe showed him little gratitude for saving her from death.She took off like a Bondi (Beach Suburb of Sydney) tram around the other sideHe swore next time he caught that ewe he’d hang her bloody hide.Then round and round the dam they ran, although he felt quite puffedHe still thought he could run her down, she must be nearly stuffed.The local stock rep came along, to pay a call that day.He knew this bloke was on his own, his wife had. " "I understand, but... do you use bubble bath?" Her question was delivered alongside a smirk. "Of course. Every time. It's what makes me such a sweet individual." His chuckle accompanied his followup question, "Do you?" "Nah, but I do use soap to get nice and, well, how do you say... slippery." Sam knew that the best way to fluster Jon was to insert innuendos that really left nothing to the imagination. At this point, Sam decided to up her game. To make the level of the competition quite. “I’m not sure what you mean.” I said.“Never mind then, maybe I just misread you. I’m sorry.”It was time for me to shower, so that gave me an excuse to leave the sauna.“I’m going to shower. I’ll just keep my suit on so you don’t have to leave.”I got up and left the sauna and showered quickly, rinsing off the sweat. I grabbed a towel and went to my room to dry off and change. I spent the rest of the day reading, relaxing, and writing letters. So far, I had heard from everyone back home and had.