”“Phil, you call them 'mother' and 'daughter'. Don't they have names?” asked mum. “They did at the time, but there have been so many since tha... I have forgotten their names. They were around for two more days of diving, and two more nights of fucking brilliant fucking before they flew off to some other resort, probably to another dive instructor too.”After dad had told us this story it seemed natural that we should tell him about all our recent sexual adventures, about my fucking mum the night. To my questioning look, the painful expression on his face deepened."Mom," he mouthed.There was a small shout, and another slapping noise."Dad," he mouthed.There was scuffling of feet, and then the trap door opened, and the people disappeared inside.Shortly later, someone returned through the door, opened the barn door, got into the car, pulled out, and reshut the door before driving off.It was quiet, except for Danny's breathing.It was choppy and stifled, every once in a while with a sharp. "It looks like we can buy all the fucking groceries we want," commented Sharon, "And I fancy the look of those hats. They look fucking top."However, it was sex, not groceries, for which the two friends had come so far on holiday. And sex was clearly readily on demand. As the literature left by the side of the wide screen TV made clear, if they wanted it, all they had to do was ask. And since the most attractive people they saw always turned out to be citizens of Throb under instructions to be. "Who would you like to go first?" Knowing that this was not exactly what she meant. She laughed at me and I take the opportunity to push her back to lie flat and naked on Marks bed. Climbing on with her I bury my face once more in her pussy and start licking her clit and sucking on her pussy lips. Mark glances at his bedside clock and says "One minute." He lays down beside us and starts stroking Bels breasts as I lick. Her hands were buried in my hair But I feel one lift away. Glancing up I.