" I don't remember drooling over any high school sluts," he said,scratching his head and reaching for his laptop - a sure sign he was boredwith the to...pic. The last word made me flinch. "But if they dressed likethat, what did they expect?"That answered my main question anyway. I inched toward the vanity seat."Put on something else," he ordered suddenly, the same way he speaks tothe girls. "And get me a big glass of ice water. I'm going to be up lateworking," he added, the way he might talk to. . I awoke with a bit of a start, someone having touched my foot for reasons that were unclear. I got up to use the head, hearing footsteps behind me, and sure enough, there was Amy. She put her arms around my waist and helped me shake my cock as I finished pissing. I didn’t really need the help, of course, but I wasn’t going to tell her that and hurt her feelings. That was especially true when one considered that it was a nice gesture and I was pretty sure that she knew that I didn’t require. It was stunning in more ways than one. It was not one of those super thin, unlined types that disappear when wet, nor was the cut skimpy; it was a traditionally cut bikini. However, it was crocheted lace and didn’t matter if it was wet or dry. The lace had openings that ranged from the size of a pencil to the size of a quarter, with her nipples poking proudly through two of the quarter-sized loops. The crocheted fabric, if you could call it fabric, only covered about ten percent of her sweet. ” she purred softly, “ You’ll be rewarded later; so don’t rush off home; OK?”Then when Robert had confronted me I’d also received his approval; saying their Scottish vacation had been made all the more relaxing, knowing I’d been back home looking after things.Initially it had alarmed Robert to discover I’d taken Rachel off in his car; on a weekend trip into the mountains! Then she’d came in from her ramble and while fussing all over her father, she’d joyfully enthused on her weekend adventure!.