Judy went into the bar when they arrived at the hotel, leaving Steve, making for the reception.“D’you have a room booked in the name of Wallace?�... She asked the receptionist. “Room 37!” The receptionist smiled. “That’s on the second floor” She informed Judy placing the keys into her hand. “Breakfast is from nine!” “Thank you, that will be fine” Judy replied, leaving reception heading back to Steve in the bar.“Everything Ok!” he smiled offering her the drink he’d ordered for her.“Yes, just wanted. "Daddy... " Linda gasped as her tits came alive with unwanted feelings. "Please... stop that."Jim Simmons chuckled again, almost evilly, and attacked his daughter's tits with a lust that frightened her. He acted like he had never seen a girl's tits before. Of course, Linda realized that there had been plenty of times when her nasty dad had wanted to grab her tits, but he couldn't because Janet Simmons was there. Now Linda's protective mom was gone, run off with the milkman. And here was Linda,. We're goin' up to our room, wash up, an' we'll meet you back here in about 15 or 20 minutes. Oh, yeah. I'm Weena and that's my husband, Gordy." Hi. I'm Charlie. You wouldn't have a big sister... ?"We showered and Weena put on a blouse and jeans. We went back down to the lobby and there was Charlie. I had recognized by his accent that Charlie was a Yank, and had to wonder just what he was doing in Alice Springs. When we reached the lobby, this time, I greeted him. "You drink beer?" Ayup, been. "Where did you get a jet?"I bought it," was all I said.She smiled like I tricked her, and said, "But WHERE does a rancher from North Carolina get a jet like this?" She stretched out her arms indicating the whole thing."I went to a dealer in California and picked it out." I wasn't going to make it easy, and I was having fun making them dig for information. "You can just show up and buy them. It's what jet dealers do. They sell jets." My smile let her know I was not annoyed at all to be.