The rest of the day was a happy family time, and they mainly spent the time getting to know each other while gossiping about everything and anything, ...ntil finally it was late evening, we had all had few glasses of wine and in need of our beds.So Megan headed off to her old room, and we retired to mine, and after a bit of naughty for play we finally fell asleep because it was unfortunately clear I had had too much to drink and right at that moment, I wasn't able to get hard enough for anything. She hoped so. She really did like being in his arms. That was the secure bit.They arrived at The Alhambra and Steven booked Becca in."What about you?" the receptionist asked."The young lady's chauffeur," replied Steven which brought a smile from the woman."It's the fathers that cop the waits," she said.Stephen nodded sadly."You're not my father. You're my uncle," hissed Becca vehemently as they moved away.Steven smiled at her but said nothing. "Thank God," he thought and then mentally kicked. ”“Fran and I will be checking on everybody. We will be sure you all drink all the water in your lunch boxes. Remember, if it ain’t running through you ain’t drinking enough water.”ARRIVALSam was pleased that the ‘Reserved for Tour Busses’ spot is open.I needed several strong guys to help with the tent. I selected several naked couples. For each, I leaned in almost touching the guy and politely asked if he would be able to help setup the tent. The fact that my tits were in the guy’s face was a. I hope you find these events as erotic as they were to me back then. I have tried to keep the events in chronological order as they occurred, but it was a long time ago. So here goes... I was an only c***d, living with my aunt. My parents were divorced when I was very young, and with Mom leaving town, and Dad working the night shift, it was decided thats where I would live. My aunt had no c***dren, so i grew up more or less on my own. I lived, (and still do), in the deep south. Living in a.