I did not think of whom or what or why, just enjoyed. On my return my wife had made a few comments that could have been taken several ways. I choose t...he way that I understood them. It got to be a regular thing for her to pack my suit case. Several trips later it was a camisole then a bra. The time seemed to fly by at a fast pace. It has been two years since the first pair showed up and this last trip the case carried a dress and makeup and heels. The problem that I was having was that it not. We quickly got changed into beach wear. Jo and I were in simple t-shirts and shorts. The girls came out and both of us were awestruck. Aksha was in a pair of really tiny hot pants just enough to cover her ass and a loose crop top. Alisha was in a bathing suit and had a sarong on with it. Seeing dammy got my dick hard in an instance, she was in a tube top and a tiny little skirt which was showing the bottom of her ass. Her tube top was barely able to hold her 36d boobs and she clearly was. Donna had the plumber cornered in the conservatory, they were talking and she had her arm d****d across his shoulders, she took him by the hand and sat on the settee, as he sat down she hitched up her skirt a little as he looked her straight in the eye, she bent forward and kissed him. He relaxed a little and kissed her back, soon they were passionately kissing.As I watched I felt myself getting hard so I gave myself a little rub. The plumber had moved his hand onto Donna’s tit and in between. He listened for a moment, and then turned to me. He held the phone out. ‘It is your mum,’ he said. I watched him pick up his clothes and he went out of the bedroom. ‘Hi mum,’ I mumbled. ‘What the hell are you up to getting pregnant? I’m coming home on the next flight tomorrow.’ ‘How do you know about that?’ ‘Martin’s father’s cousin is my agent. For god sake Gina, didn’t you make him wear a condom? I told you to go on the pill, I begged you.’ ‘I did, and it fucked up my body, you know the pain.