“Your daughter.....” he added, his voice fading under the ominous sound of deadlocks turning and chains rattling as the door opened. A tall man w...aring a tweed jacket and sporting a dog-collar introduced himself as Alistair Bainbridge, the vicar of St Andrews Methodist Church and the father of the girl. After a brief explanation of the events at the Bay Horse pub the vicar seemed unperturbed, but nevertheless thanked him for returning his daughter. The discourteous movement of the door. "Let's go away somewhere," I said, on Morning Three of the off-season."Where?" The Islands, maybe. Somewhere with a beach." I don't tan all that well," Sandy said."I'll get you a big beach umbrella," I said. "You can stay in the shade." Hey! Let's go to a nude beach!" Sandy said."They've got lots of topless beaches, in the Caribbean," I said."Not topless! Nude!" Hmmm. I don't know. You've got a lot more to be showing off, on a nude beach, than I do," I said."You got hang-ups about people seeing. “You aren’t ashamed to be seen with me in public?” she asked.“Why would I be ashamed to be in the company of a beautiful woman?”“Because I’m old enough to be your mother…”“Oh, no you’re not.” I paused a bit before I said, “My mother is two years older than you.”“Alex…” she said, disturbed.I motioned for her to come sit next to me in the car. When she settled beside me I took her hand and thrust it inside my pants. “What are you doing?”“Showing you that your age isn’t the issue.” Her fingers. I sat back up and slowly slid my pussy over his throbbing hard cock. I leaned down and whispered into his ear, would you like me to suck your big fat cock, mm? I didn’t wait for his answer. I starting kissing and nipping down his hairless chest. I took his thick veined cock into my hand and rubbed it on my cheek smiling up at him and making little moans. I held his cock to my lips and softly and slowly bathed the head of his cock with my warm wet tongue. I took just the head of his thick cock.