After 10 minutes, Tina got up and joined me in the ocean. We swam around for a bit. It was getting late so we got out of the ocean and went and grabbe... our stuff and we went back to the hotel.We got back to the room, Tina asked about that massage. I said, sure, go lay down on the bed. She laid down on her stomach. I grabbed some lotion and put it on her. She was relaxed, she even let me massage her butt. So when it was time for bed, Tina went and put on a nightgown. She took her bra off but. I tidied up and went to bed and was just settling down when the phone rang, it was my husband again, he was calling from the airport, he had to go to another country and had been travelling for most of the day, he was pissed off, as his email account had been hacked and he needed to set up a new one, which he would do tomorrow, I never mentioned to Skype session. I lay in bed tossing and turning, who had I Skyped with?Around 4am the phone rang again, 'Hi' the voice said, 'you wanna meet this. Cindy Lou had named her daughters after Beach Boys' songs, which gave the girls their own anthems if nothing else.Rhonda was sweet, cute, with a button nose. She also was smart and wore glasses, which meant she was probably miserable in school because fifteen-year-old kids give four eyes hell. I knew right away she'd be a pleasure to have around.B.A., as Barbara Ann insisted we call her, was another story. She was sixteen and had a set of knockers to match her mother's. Now think back. Is there. . Nothing...” Mom replied blithely. “Your dad just fucked my brains out so my screams would drown out your sister’s.” Then she lightly patted her slightly convex abdomen and said, “This poor little thing is wondering what the hell is going on. I mean ... The damage is already done, so what is his father wasting all that yummy cum for?” Then to Diane she asked, “How does that feel?”“Much better, thank you, Mommy,” the girl groaned.Then we heard Steve’s voice floating down the stairs. “Come here,.