Well I would but I was nervous, Igot to the door but didn’t go in, but then it openedand Vicky was there, Susie was in the shower, they wereboth...naked, wow! What bodies, great tits, nice assesand cute pussies, I got hard as a rock almostimmediately. “Your clothes will get wet,” they both said and I gotundressed, my 7 inch cock was so stiff, I soaped themall over and they did me, they were feeling my cock soI used my left hand on Vicky and the right on Susie andgradually. Mostly I just sat around and drank coffee. Some of the trannies came totalk to me. There was another real girl or two hanging around, probablythinking the same as me. After a few days I met Robert.The boy who sat at my table was wearing a pretty blouse with no braunderneath, a long grey skirt with a slip, some indifferent eye makeup,and boy-clothes otherwise. His hair was long but indifferently styled. Iprobably would have taken more note of his carelessness, except that mypussy was wet and I. Horne’s. ‘Hi Marcia, I was looking through the cabins and saw a lot of stuff I can do in them. Would you give these keys back to Consuela for me? I don’t want to disturb her again.’ ‘What do you mean again Kenny? What did you do?’ ‘I don’t know Marcia. I was just trying to be friendly and she accused me of coming on to her. I don’t know why she would think that, I would never treat any woman the way she thought I was treating her. I’m going to move my stuff down to the end cabin and if I can. Gone were all thoughts of anger or retribution. She was jealous. Jealous of her own daughter. She wanted to be Claire, to be the girl getting fucked by her own father. She watched as the girl carefully guided her father’s prick to its proper place. She let go, and then threw back her head with a deep moan. Phillip was sliding into her, pushing into her body. He was fucking her. Growing up, Elizabeth’s father had been absent more than he was present, and she had the most wonderful memories of.