‘Amanna is my sister. She… isn’t you. Isn’t… what I….who… I…. want.’ I rambled in a whisper – still staring into her eyes. ‘For ...y wife.’ I stroked her hair – looking up at my hand touching it, then at her pale skin of her face, then down at her eyes again. ‘For my love.’ Lynn nuzzled up against me, holding me tight. She calmed down immediately, sensing the truth and the confidence in my words. Knowing that I meant what I said. ‘I love her, Lynn. I have… loved her. In special ways… But… not…. We still loved each other deeply. One day my wife called me up . Ohh..i had been waiting for this day since 2 years. She spoke to me and asked me to meet in a costly restaurant. We both went there . I was shocked to see the view. She had changed completely and my decent and traditional wife stood in front of me wearing a tight pair of jeggings as they call them and a deep cut crop top revealing her cleavage and half her stomach. We sat down and started talking to each other.We remembered our. I never had witnessed a scene that was so erotic and mesmerizing. They then sat on the chaise lounge holding each other silently for almost fifteen minutes while I watched them. Once Barb had recovered, they each drank a beer before showering together while I enjoyed feeling the sun on my body.After they dried each other off with the towels, Ewa said, “I’m going to get dressed and take over for Stanislaw so he can take a twenty-minute break. After his break, we can talk for another hour before. “Well, yes,” I said. “I suppose so.”I put my arm around her to re-assure her and she turned and looked into my eyes. My beautiful daughter. My growing-up daughter.I kissed her forehead. I kissed her nose. We looked at each other.I kissed her hard on the lips and she kissed me back. Her tongue was electric in my mouth. I had my hands running over her soft, smooth shoulders and slowly brought one round to caress her small, firm mound of her growing tits. She was trying to unfasten my.