Leaning over to say goodbye, I stroked the inside of her pussy that was still very wet, that also brought an instant reaction as she jumped up and sai... ‘bastard’. I made my way over to the conference and grabbed a coffee plus a large bottle of water. The events of the previous evening had certainly taken their toll! Sitting down in the very sumptuous seat, my mind strayed to the night before and I could not believe some of the things we had done: seeing two beautiful women make love especially. Walking down the corridor, we held hands. ‘What are your plans for the day?’ Charles asked. ‘Go home, shower, maybe do some writing,’ I replied. ‘And I have to pick up my younger daughter at some point.’ ‘The other one lives with her dad, right? That must be hard for you.’ ‘It is. I don’t think it’s a good place for her, especially where they’re living now. He moved in with his girlfriend, and they’ve only been seeing each other a few weeks.’ I bit my tongue. Literally. ‘Sorry. You don’t need. I was not trying for another climax, I just felt that little bit aroused and needed to stroke myself as a way of participating in her pleasure. I knew from her moans that she was building towards a major cum, and I was enjoying her arousal. When he was back to normal, Len started organising drinks for everyone. I asked for a beer. We chatted for a bit about sexual experiences and fantasies before Bill turned to me. Vera, you said something earlier about doing this for Andrew. Would you care to. "He nodded and looked at the man before shaking his head, "very well."He looked at me, "you are scheduled off tomorrow while your brother is confirmed?"I nodded and he grinned, "enjoy."It was another stab which I ignored. My father had acknowledged me as his bastard while claiming his fourteen year old son was his oldest son. I turned and walked away and returned to my room. I undressed and slipped into bed beside Mera. I slowly relaxed but did not really sleep. I was up early and dressed in.