I ran my hands over my boobs, pulled my nipples a bit – they immediately went hard, slid my hands down to my tummy and hooked my fingers in the side... of my thong.I watched myself as I slowly started to pull them down.“Leave those on darling, you look so beautiful in them.”“Oh dad, you scared me,” I said shocked that I’d missed him coming up the stairs.“Sorry darling, I’ve been here a couple of minutes, you looked so young again getting undressed, it took my mind back to when you used to live. ” I slide off everything except the Speedos I wore under my workout clothes for the gym, and sat down. “Is that what you were at the gym?” “Well, when I go to the pool, yes.” “What gym do you go to?” “What club do you go to?” “Touche! Depending on how this goes, maybe I'll tell you.” “I believe in fair trades. You tell me the club, I'll tell you my gym.” “Fair. Now, rest your head back. Remember what I told you about how women behave at the club?” “Yes.” “Starting from the bar, start playing. As well she might, the suggestion _was_ atypical of the slender brunette’s personal mores. Sex outside of the house had been a tentative thing, a touch of risqué, but without any real risk of exposure, allowing her to maintain her protective reserve without fear of embarrassment. Chance didn’t favor them doing that on the plane without notice, unless they were careful. Stories and movies always made like the sly exit to a restroom was an easily achieved task, but there was such a sense of. .” was all she said in a kind of reminiscent voice as she become aware of her surroundings and everything that wasn’t just a dream... When she noticed Jake was grabbing her phone she nodded and motioned for him to pass it to her, while sniggling up closer to Jake.Being an iPhone, Jake couldn’t help but notice who the text message was from and what it said from the main screen without even unlocking it, in passing. He also noticed the time (20:45). The message read:Amy PetersonWake up lovebird,.