What a game!" -- To me he said, "You're celebrating your victory in style. THREE beautiful girls! Damn it, Egg, no wonder I have trouble getting dates... You've got half the best looking girls in town with you." Gee, as soon as I stop smiling I'll start feeling sorry for you. I don't think it'll be anytime soon though, haha. If you'll excuse me, I'll take my dates to our table." My last comment was just to rub his complaint in.We sat down. I ended up between Julia and Cindy, which meant that I. It was wet, and I was puzzled. I leaned my head back up, and looked at my dad's door. His light was on, and I could hear him mumbling."Yeah, sweetheart. Let me prove how much I love you," I heard him moan.That was a little more than odd, and I was still horny. So, I made the choice to investigate. I went to his door, and slowly opened it. I saw my dad masturbating with his eyes closed."Fuck yes, Debbie. Let your dad have his way with you," he said.My jaw nearly dropped, and I was stunned. Much. However, there was a huge line at the entrance and more tourists approaching from two large tour buses. We decided to walk towards the Grand Bazaar first. On the way we were handed a flyer which cought our interest. There was an old Turkish Bath nearby, a hamami, and we both were tempted to try this unique experience. Needless to say, there are strictly separate baths for men and women, but we agreed to rendezvouz on the street in 90 minutes. There were a lot of tourists in the bath and hardly. Tenderly, I pull down your swimsuit over your breasts. They wobble slightly as they spring free and take their usual shape, and my breathe catches in my wind-pipe as I gaze at your little mounds, paler than the rest of your skin, surrounded by faint tan lines like contour lines on a map. Your slightly darker nipples look very large. The sun is shining on them, giving every little dimple of your areola its own tiny shadow. Your thighs are pressed together and I can see a small patch of moisture.