"Dad. This isn't -- Daddy, we shouldn't..."Vic moved his hands down his daughter's back to her ass. Angela's eyes, burning into his face again, turned...glassy when she felt his fingers squeeze her tightened cheeks. Her own hand dug hard into his ass.The young bride knew she was encouraging her father, but she couldn't stop herself. She had fantasized about him for years. She suspected that she never encouraged him in the past because of the potential dangers, but now, being married, it somehow. By the time we headed out for dinner, we felt rested andready to enjoy the companionship of our friends. At dinner,Karen and I each only had a salad and some meat. We were tootired to really dig in to the ship's fare. Beverly kept up anon-stop conversation about today with Mary and Nancy adding intheir comments. This was one of those times where the twohusbands just sat there patiently listening to the chatter aboutshopping, yet not understanding the thrill of it all. After dinner, Karen. He exhales smoke as the stench fills the room, the thick smog of the cigar makes Diana cough, looking at him she finally speaks.''How many times do I have to ask you not to smoke in here?'' She asks the man standing before her.''Too many times but never mind that, I just got some Intel on that case you were working on, we found a location of the supposed meeting between our snitch and some shady characters'' He replies, somewhat ignoring her previous statement, he continues smoking his. ?” and as I stared at the screen, I could clearly see that – apart from a very different hairstyle and make up – THAT WAS NIKKI!!!!!!!! “OH MY GOD!” I thought as the guy spoke some very clichéd porn film script. The next thing I knew, Nikki (or the character she was playing) was leading the guy into the room behind the desk, and the shot changed to show a red, leather Chesterfield-type sofa. Nikki walked across the shot and sat down on the edge of the cushions, and the guy followed but remained.