" What, what the hell does that mean, son?" Nothing, mom. Sasha will eventually see who she wants, and I'm going to help her accept who she knows she ...ants." Ok, well, just make sure Sasha gets what she wants and she is happy. I think I might have to go out of town next week." Don't worry mom, Sasha's journey is about to happen. A journey she has been wanting to take for a while now." Sasha's journey, Liam? You know what, never mind, I'm too tired to talk about her journey. I'll worry about it. Let’s just not start the conversation about you leaving just yet. Not tonight. Not this week. We’re on vacation – we’re going to have fun, get drunk and hopefully have sex on every possible surface in this fucking huge bedroom!” Jesse pulled Mia back down into his arms. “Do we have a deal?” “Deal,” she nodded. “Good...Now take those PJs off; you’re wearing way too many clothes for me to have make-up sex with you.” * Day three into the holiday and Mia groggily stumbled out of bed. The last night. I couldnt deny to her it was (one) of my desires. Getting out of the bath she smelt a million dollars. Going into the bedroom she laid down, downed her second glass of wine and poured a third. Handing me her electric razor she said shave me. I gave her a fantastic Brazilian cut and thought wow. This wow turned into a bigger WOW when she handed me a red marker pen – write SLUT across the top of my pussy. I was staggered by this transformation in her, but duly obliged. She dressed provocatively,. I mean I knew what my own breasts looked like, how small they were, how firm, how the small, slightly upturned, light-pink nipples capped them off. I wouldn’t have looked at them if I was just getting undressed, and I didn’t want to catch Frank looking, which I knew he was, and I felt that it would have just set me off more at the reality of what I was doing.Strangely a sudden relief flooded over me. He hadn’t said anything at all, no sound, no comments about my breasts, nothing. I think I’m a.