They, like their mother, were very pretty, both blond like their mom but they were dressed, well, they were dressed quite provocatively.It is true tha...t I'd not been around teen girls since I was that age and I did know lots of things have changed over the years, but they really amazed me.The older girl, taller, of course, was in a cotton knit top with an open weave that showed her quite lovely breasts, several inches of bare midriff, then a short denim skirt. Yes, there was no bra, her pretty. The lounge was empty, she opened a tab for her room 107 at the bar and ordered her favourite, a southern comfort and lemonade. Knowing she had almost an hour to kill she treated herself to a double then sat in a large leather chair on the opposite side of the room.After about 10 minutes a young guy walked in wearing a green hotel tea shirt, he sat on a stool and chatted to the middle aged barman for a couple of minutes before looking over in my wife's direction and smiling politely. My wife. However, if I was to make a guess about it, it would be something I wouldn’t put past the guy. Frank walks up to his wife and her demeanor is unchanged. He scans the room to see if anyone is looking. Just in case he may need a kodak moment to make it a good show. I guess he didn’t get his moment, because with out saying a word to his wife, he gives her a quick peck on the cheek, and walks away. She has a look of despair as she watches him disappear into another part of the house. As he gets out. "Trust me, you do," Mikee said as Darlene started soaping her.All I had to do was drop my shorts and kick off my shoes and I was ready.So was Big Tony."I think he likes us," Robbie said, pointing a soapy finger."You should know," Tami said with a giggle.For just a second I wondered if this was one of my dreams. It certainly followed the pattern. I decided not to worry about it. I'd enjoy until I woke up.I stepped under the water and started soaping Robbie's back.I was just getting to Robbie's.