It was just what we'd been looking for, with a small sandy beach and, as far as I could see, it didn't get many visitors, so I spread a blanket out on...the sand, got the cool box out of the car and we settled down for a bit of nude sun bathing.One of my hobbies is photography and I have some great pictures of my wife in the nude in most of the places we've been on holiday and this location was too good to miss so I went and got the camera out of the car. I was getting great shots, plus some. She told me a long time ago, when I was just a little kid, she always loved to smell me when I was a baby. The talcum powder, my hair, even my baby breath. She’s one of those people who like candles for their smell, and those fancy soaps they sell at fairs and festivals, and potpourri (hey Deedee, see, I even know how to spell it !!). So I guess it’s just another natural thing for Mommy to be smelling me now, while I’m in puberty. Deedee, I guess you’ll be learning all about that next year. So it wasn’t her. Then who the hell did he just have sex with. The touch of her dad’s hand on her head roused Ashley. She peered up through blurry eyes, “Oh hey daddy, what time is it?” Mr. Logan looked at his watch. “It’s a quarter to noon sweety. Are you rested?” She sat up which roused her mom. Ashley yawned then looked around. “So what’s for lunch?” Mrs. Logan let out a laugh, “You know your father can’t cook baby. He can barely make a sandwich for himself. That’s why he needs. I stormed into my bedroom and found Greg on top of a strange girl doing what I knew Greg did best. I couldn’t believe my eyes and ten minutes later when I was sitting on the sofa crying I couldn’t remember what I had said or what I had thrown at them to make them up and leave. I loved Greg, and he was supposed to love me. He was supposed to care and I was certainly the only one he was supposed to be treating with his magic stick. Even cloudy with anger I knew how great he had made her feel. I.