Afterward, he would drive me home.I noticed he liked to look at my legs and my boobs when we were driving. Whenever I had a short skirt on or a bit of...cleavage showing, the journey would take a lot longer. Which meant I got to spend more time with him. He was very good looking. Big and tall like you, so I liked his attention.I began to try and find shorter and shorter skirts to wear home. Often I would borrow something from the twins, as they had so many clothes and they were all sexy.One day,. Karin remembered early S-rigs when she'd made her first trip down the river back in the seventies, and remembered that you could smell the exhaust for miles and hear them about as far. In the years she'd been gone, Al had told them, the smelly, noisy two-strokes had been universally replaced with the four-strokes, which were a huge improvement, if not perfect -- Al, of course, considered no engine at all to be perfect.As things were getting settled in, they discovered with not a little surprise. So he went on to say that if I was interested, that he and his wife would love for him to fuck her. He boldness was both exciting, as well as a little unnerving. But I accepted the invitation without much hesitation "What's your name?" Herman asked."Asif," I replied."Nice. So, how about you come to our room around 7:30 tonight?" He gave me the room number.And that was the second such occasion that I had to fuck an attractive, but married, white European female! In fact, on that occasion, Herman. It was, after all, what she’d done to all of us. I went to the family bedroom, and called Ellie to make sure she was okay with this. I had to make sure everyone in the family was happy, or at least not unhappy.“Hi, Daddy! How are you tonight? Missing me like I miss you?”“Ellie my love, your being gone is like a hole in my life that can’t be filled until you come home,” I told her with complete honesty. It felt so wrong that she wasn’t there, like some great band of soul-stuff connecting me to.