”“Then come here and give me a hug.”The reluctance with which my daughter came towards me was almost comical but come she eventually did. I wrap...ed my arms around her and held her tightly, as much to make her feel a little intimidated by my presence as to reassure her I still loved her.“We all make mistakes, Izzy,” I whispered as I held her close. “Your Dad and I need to move on from ours just as much as you needed to move on from yours. We love each other and have agreed to put all this behind. My sweet wife dressed rather conservatively this first night, wearing just long loose pants and a tank top.After dinner we went to the beach, to a party around a bonfire.The following morning we took an excursion around the island. By the time we got back, it was time for dinner. Later, we found the same resort had a musical review and dancing.By the time it was over, we were tired and went right to bed.The next day we got acquainted with the resort, hanging out around the nude side, playing. With just the mushroom-shaped head still inside, she paused, but only briefly, before plunging the vibrator all the way back inside herself, with intense waves of joy radiating from its entire path.This time, she drove the toy all the way in, so her fingers were pressed against her soft blonde pubic hair. Once again, she left it there for a few delicious moments, before drawing it most of the way out for another long, slow stroke.Becky started moving the vibrator in and out of her pussy, still. She began to utter an objection, but he was too fast.Flourishing his hand from jacket, a small manila envelope attached, he blurted out, "These!"He continued, "Beethoven's Fifth, performed by the University Symphony, eight o'clock Saturday night."Julie's puzzlement grew. She was completely unable to predict this young man who at one moment was loud and forward, the next sensitive and sincere. She recalled last night in the practice room. She had misjudged him then, too. Before she could stop.