To tell the truth, the occasional flashing did not bother me much. Add into that, the fact that me getting semi-hard did not seem to bother the girls ...either.Today there was no flashing, but suddenly that half-familiar redheaded girl collapsed as I was passing her with a towel round my waist. I managed to grab a hold of her before she hit the floor; but, oh boy, she was hot. Really hot. Feverishly hot. She was sobbing something while I held her."No, this cannot happen now, no..." Shh, relax.. "I don't know how to do this" he said, having no previous experience."Just listen to what I say and maybe you can make me come again" she said, winking at him. As his hand rubbed her wet, velvety entrance ever so softly, she shivered. "Stop teasing me" She said, biting down on her bra. He wasn't quite ready yet, remembering her teasing of him in her erotic strip down; so he played his the entrance to her pussy, spreading her pussy lips wider, all the time massaging her clit with his other hand.. Perhaps encourage him to slip his hand under my skirt. I let that tableau hang in the air, I darted my tongue in my husband’s ear. He had gone very quiet but his penis was the stiffest it had been since I don’t know when. I let my tongue play around his ear and his neck in a way I know he loves. I said he had to realise that there was a man somewhere in the hotel that was at that very moment imagining what he might be doing to me if i had of let him touch me more. My husband was very silent,. When I called Phoebe I always asked after her."She's lonely dad, but she's OK" was all that she would say.That Christmas I travelled down to Kent. As usual, I travelled a couple of days before the holiday. I was staying with Phoebe and was overjoyed to find out she was pregnant. She seamed a bit uneasy from the time I arrived and it took her a whole day to get around to telling me why."Dad ... About Christmas Day. You know we normally spend Christmas day with you and Gran here and then go to.