“Later.”... ‘Hey, Your girl has this boy going crazy!’... “Good!” Then she hung up!The next call was to Tina. “When are you coming home?...”... ‘We just finished up today.’... “I’ll send a plane!”... ‘Okay.’... “Christine is coming right?”... ‘Almost positive!’Meg called Connie and asked if she could pick Tina and the rest up? She said they were coming back tonight! “Call them and ask them can they be ready? They are in Chicago at Boeing. Here is the number, call them!”Meg had Amy call Christine. I don't know. I've only been with... no I can't say..." I know your secret," he says, lifting my chin so that I look up into his now serious eyes. "I've known for a long time that your father has sex with you. How did I find out? The first time I came here, eight years ago, I passed your father's bedroom on my way to the kitchen for a late night snack. The door stood ajar. Hearing groans of pleasure, I looked inside, curious to see who was in the room with your father. To my utter shock it was. It had been so long, the sexual energy had been building in me and his touch was like an electric shock. I parted my legs and he began to rub two fingers up and down my slit. "You're so fucking wet already," he breathed, and I whimpered in agreement.I reclined my seat slightly and spread my legs even wider, letting my dress ride up around my hips as I adjusted myself. My thatch of red hair and wet little slit were now on full display as he pleasured me. The idea of someone being able to see. My partner had noticed him checking me out and started teasing me about it, telling me I should put the poor boy out of his misery and give him more than just a flash of my large tits or pussy! One day towards the end of our holiday I saw my opportunity. Along the beach there were shower blocks and changing areas so you could freshen up and wash the sand and salt water off before you went back up to the hotel. Romey would work his way along the blocks cleaning them a few times a day. I watched.