I think he was checking me out. I splashed water at him again and said, “Hey dad, stop checking your daughter out…I am not your real girlfriend.�...He came running at me and held me from the back and said, “But we are still in Goa” and we both fell in the water. As I fell on him, I felt something hard against my ass and realized that my dad had a boner! I didn’t know how to react but felt a bit of excitement in me.I decided to be the naughty daughter and purposely rubbed my ass against my dad’s. Surely she could spare one hour? I was not being unreasonable.Her phone call on the following Wednesday was quite curt, bewailing the amount of work she had to do, and saying she needed every minute of spare time to prepare perfect lessons. Would I please understand she wanted that certificate with distinction. The implication was ‘back off!’.Her brief letter arrived the next morning. She had posted it before the phone call and said much the same thing. She added that I should know that this. I kept this up for some time and then I began to paddle him while I played with his cock. It was evident that my touch drove him wild but the paddle subdued him. Together they made him moan in frustration. I found I was enjoying paddling the boy. I pretended he was the cook or the first mate. I even briefly made believe he was the captain. I liked seeing his round bottom turning pink under my blows, seeing his hands struggle to remain in place. I understood exactly what he felt and I. It was so uncomfortable to reach, 'cause of Bobby. This morning Itt took longer than usual for him to greet her pussy with a bunch of kisses. Samantha tried to get back at him by gagging him mercilessly. For some time they kept getting hooked up in "69" position. And then... Then this dialogue happened. "Mom, can I... You know..." "What are you... No, Bobby. Please, wear a condom. "No, I meant... the other... thing." "What "thing"?" It was when she realized he wasn't just "playful" this.