"By the way you look fabulous, good enough to eat in fact!"I was still stunned by her words and how accurately she'd assessed me when my daughter's vo...ce broke through."She's right Dad! Let's not forget Mum today." I looked at my beautiful, no longer little, girl, and saw the tears in her eyes. I felt my own well up and before I knew it we were hugging and crying together.When we finally pulled apart Emma said. "That was very big of her to come and say that. I know you don't think we hit it off. We had decided that it would make for a quieter stay if the boys didn't accompany me into town, but I still wanted them as close as I could get them.The Rusty Bell was no Three Seasons, nor was Feliks Moroe an Artuma. Certainly not in a physical sense. He was short, fat and seemed to sport his long, greasy hair with a pride that defied its stringy appearance. I arranged for a private room and two meals; tonight's dinner and tomorrow's breakfast.I found a small table by the fireplace and sat. My cock started to dance seeing the spectacle, my sexy wife fully nude and my petite neighbour is in her bra-panty.Right at that time Priya somehow fell down on the carpet and Kajal hugged her from top. Priya took her hands to Kajal’s back to unclasp her bra. “I’ll not pose nude, especially not in front of…..” She complained against it, but her resistance was bit weak as I stared at them. Even though Kajal said no, her body language said yes.I couldn’t believe that this was really happening.. I am the piece which make you complete. You stand there in front of me, I see the look of longing in your eyes, a hunger, a need, a lust, you need me more than anything else. Nothing else matters, except me. I pull you towards me, my strong arms pressing you against my chest as our eyes lock together. My hand cups your cheek, moves around and then I move it inside the short skirt you are wearing. It finds bare flesh as in your horny state you have omitted your underwear. You naughty girl. You.