Rather than waiting to be seated, they went directly to a table to wait for the waitress to come over with the menus.The waitress arrived at the table... and looked at Ed and then Kelly. She stepped back and looked at Kelly a second time. The attention being given her was immediately noticed by Kelly. Smiling the waitress said, “So! You must be the reason Ed quit flirting with us.”Ed blushed and looked away while Kelly beamed at him. She asked, “When did he stop flirting with you?”The waitress was. Excellent! I was going to look hot on the beach that summer and the boyfriend being a dick would kick himself when he realised what he was missing. I realised at the last minute that I’d forgotten to bring any hair bands, and wasted several minutes on a fruitless search of my bag before deciding that I was just going to have to accept that this was not my day, and go in with my long hair loose. The pool was virtually empty, just an elderly couple ploughing a steady and dignified course up and. My 15-year-old daughter? I’m coming home fantasizing about her? My heart murmured in condemnation and my wife stared at me disapprovingly and I stared back and Emily stared at me enticingly.* * *Looking in the bathroom mirror later that evening, my face became transparent, obscured by feeling and fantasy. Instead of my own reflection, I saw another, more perfect visage appear. Emily. My daughter’s face. No, my wife’s face. My wife’s face. But however much I tried to make to her. My daughter brought up a wavering hand and wrapped it around my throbbing shaft. I groaned at the firm, warm grip. "Wow, Zhimmy," she said, then sputtered with laughter, bouncing beside me. "Ya'gotta big one..."I sighed as Aimee braced her other hand on the seat beside me and, still giggling drunkenly, started rapidly pumping her hand up and down my cock, squeezing it tightly. I grunted, my cock seeping pre-cum the flowed down over my daughter's fingers and resulted in loud, wet,.