"Good girl".I looked at her face, head tilted backwards resting on my shoulder. So pretty and delicate, a single tear ran down her cheek. I touched it... with the tip of my tongue and tasted it's saltiness. I dropped my hand from her throat to her shoulder, not relinquishing my grip on her pussy. Her legs were trembling more violently, her back arched more taughtly, her shoulder blades resting against my chest as she fought to maintain her posture. I could feel a dampness seeping into the palm of. You face was flush and your nipples hard and engorged. I whispered to you, did you like him touching you, did you like the feel of their erections, were you getting wet, did you remember fucking them. You murmured yes, yes, yes. I led you back to the table. John who had fucked you in the pool took you out to the dance floor. You pressed your body to him and wrapped your leg around his. You were grinding your mound against his leg and moaned. Soon you were both dry humping on the dance floor. ’ ‘This happens an awful lot, you know,’ I said. ‘What happens?’ ‘Divorce. Kids getting shuffled between parents, between step-parents. Its common.’ Suddenly Richard turned angrily to me. ‘I don’t believe this. I don’t believe ANY of this. If I got caught, Sandra and I would have worked it out.’ ‘She got hurt pretty bad, kid.’ ‘I’m leaving, I’m not listening to you…’ Just then, the bright light returned. Richard squinted. I decided it was time to change the scene. The sight of watching his. She was quite angry at this and said she would need to take care of it herself. But I warned her that it might ruin the surprise. Once she was out of the shower and had her hair done I poured her a drink and lay out a little red dress for her to wear.I told her to finished getting ready in the bathroom while I went down to the reception of the hotel to pick up her gift and told her to make sure she never came out till I told her to as I didn't want her to ruin the surprise.10minutes had past.