Business or pleasure, it didn't matter. He was what is known as an entrepreneur. No set job title, just a man who earned very good money, by wheeling ...and dealing. Not always law abiding, but not bad enough to raise suspicion. He was known best at the time as a bit of a 'jack the lad'. He hadn't quite learned the art of being faithful, either. His wife, also called Anne, was a very good looking woman who owned a hairdressing shop. It had been her grandmothers, and had been passed down to her. "Gonna let her out-do you?" Richie said with a wicked grin."Not on your life," Margie yelped and squirmed onto his lap and kissed him feveredly as he groped her lush breasts.Mavis Jones watched in dismay as her daughter prolonged the kiss. She saw that the man behind the wheel was attempting to pry her away from his mouth, not wanting to attract more attention to the underage girls than necessary. Her eyes widened as the couple in the backseat remained in a tight clinch, and then when Margie. Neither woman had bothered with footwear, deciding to instead go barefoot on the smooth, polished deck."What are you reading?" Scarlett asked as she poured wine into her new friend's glass."Nothing you'd find that interesting," Alice said as she took a slip of the wine and expressed her approval. "Just some medical research, pretty dry stuff. Mostly technical stuff." Oh," Scarlett said as she filled her own glass and then took her seat. "You know, you're supposed to be on a vacation. That's a. “I didn’t tell Clint that you were watching us, just my sisters. So you don’t have to be that embarrassed.”“Okay,” I said, my cheeks still burning as we threaded through the cafeteria.“The horndog would just want to fuck you if I did,” Melody added.My eyes widened. “Me?”“Oh, yes, you’re just so cute. He’d eat you up.” Her eyes flicked up and down my body. “But you have another boy that you want to devour you, don’t you? You have a brother, right?”“Tim,” I said, nodding, my cheeks burning, my.