I opened the envelop and in it was a flash drive and a note. Son plug this in a computer and open the file. The pass code is the name of fort we built...in the yard. I love you. When I was 6 we had built a fort in the back yard and we had called it Markshire. My father had told me that the name was a secret only for him and me. I had never told anyone the name. I got home, went to my room and locked the door. I put the drive in my laptop and opened the file. The password had worked. It was an mpg. This was particularly important as people arrived and needed time to relax get used to the idea. The other rule was that this was a bikini party, not a sex or swingers party. Sex was not to be the end result of all of this. You had to go home to your partner if that is what you wanted. There would be a time after midnight when the girls could take off the top part of the bikini but bottoms, for what they are worth, had to stay on. This was about having fun, enjoying the pool, the company and a. "Fine and you'll stay the night of course." Yes, please and leave again after lunch on Sunday. Joanna's got to get back to London." That sounds good. I look forward to meeting you, Joanna." Same here, Mrs Carstairs. Goodbye." And goodbye to both of you. Keep in touch, Simon." Yes, Mum. 'Bye." She sounds a bit fierce," observed Joanna slightly dubiously."Shyness, darling. You wait. She'll be gentle and friendly when you meet her, I promise." Hope so." Know so."The following two weeks went by. . Then my thoughts quickly turn to grabbing a bite to eat and heading out to help mom. It's the right thing to do. Still feeling a nice throb and deciding I'm home alone, I allow my hand to creep under the sheets towards my panties, and down under the waist of my pjs. Mmm what a delicious feeling that is to sweetly and softly caress my soft horny mound. It's especially exciting to watch my hand move under the covers. I softly groan and tip my head back, spreading my legs a bit wider, using the.