... Trent and I shared a remarkably quiet dinner that night, exchanging little more than polite conversation and forced pleasantries. I seem to re...all a minimum of direct eye-contact. In the coming days I found my mind replaying this close-encounter and each time I could not deny a pleasured reaction. Just the thought of a young boy seeing his mother masturbate - as so surely he had, was turning me on unbearably. Perhaps because I am very slight - barely five three and with a less than. "Let's just go nudist, okay? You two have seen each other naked, right?" Mother and son glanced at each other and then back at the stepfather and nodded. "Okay, so all you have to do is get used to me! Let's jsut strip and stay naked when we're here in the motel room. It will save a heck of a lot of trouble."He smiled and winked at his stepdaughter. "Besides, it's been a whlle since I got to be around a pretty naked woman like you. It'll be the best part of this vacation!"With the two. Most had come for the money, some for the girls who were plentiful and friendly. Marlene and Louise had found each other and were part of a surprisingly large contingent of lesbians, either French or local, who were very active. The men looked the other way since they had their own pleasure spots whether they were interested in women or men. “I missed you”, said Marlene, “I hope you don’t go away often”.“I missed you also. I have to follow the Captain if he goes on tour”, answered Louise“Does. ”What! That is just about everybody we know. That’s our ‘gang’ … ‘the girls’ … and I can see us all together; drunkenly eating curry in the Indian, queueing in the rain to get into our favourite nightclub, giggling and gassing as we down shots, check out the tightly trousered talent and bitch about all the ‘slags’ and ‘whores’ parading up and down in “I wouldn’t be seen dead in that” outfits. Yet all the time Pippa’s been fucking them all except for …I’m scanning through their faces looking for.