“Oh yes... oh yes, Indeed,” said Gunnar quickly. He spoke no more than the truth. The idea of his ‘Viking Goddess’ being on such a parade fill...ed him with the greatest pleasure!“Very well, let us go and inspect the treadmill,” said Madame Vesta. “Thank you Miss Mara!” she called as the four of them rose and began to move off. But Miss Mara was rather too preoccupied to answer.Thwack... thwack... thwack... went her thong, as the party left the deck.Now the party made its way down into the lowest. They sat on the sand and just goofed at all the people setting uptheir umbrellas, towels and picnic baskets. It was a warm Saturday afternoon in early June and the sea haze had burnedoff. While the sun was not shinning brightly, it was very warm. Timmyelbowed Uncle Dale and nodded over to a couple of bikini clad teenage girlswho were laying out their towels about ten feet away. “How’d you like to get into those two, Dale ?” Dale glanced over at the young ladies and. Then I left her hands and looked at her. She looked back at me. Her eyes were shining and saying a lot many things. She was blushing and her cheeks had turned red. She was sitting besides me. Our thighs were touching each other. Then I moved forward my hand and touched her cheeks.I said- “They are as soft as your hands. ”She was getting more and more excited and so was I.Then I looked at her lips and then into her eyes and said- “Therz something which I think is more soft and smooth than even. Mark for his part had been totally innocent.She woke up at two in the morning, she wondered briefly where she was, she felt for her young lover, he was right there beside her. Cathy spooned herself into him and cried herself back to sleep. She knew now the enormity of what she was doing with her nephew, she would never love him the way a woman loves her man, but oh how she needed him. But she had begun to notice a change in him. Especially when he was around his mother, his sole attention was.