” We both grabbed our robes and went downstairs to look for my stepfather. We didn’t see him in the kitchen and then went outside to see if he wa...s there. My stepfather was naked on a chaise lounge sunbathing. We both walked out to the pool to talk to him. -- “Good afternoon ladies. Did you both sleep well?” “We slept great. What would you like us to do?” "How about we go inside and I’ll fuck your friend and you can ride my face. Does that sound naughty enough for you?” “Fine. Let’s get. ’ Several meters into the ‘mall,’ on the side of the main cobblestone path leading past shops selling sun-block, bikinis, sarongs and offering diving gear for rent and some expensive restaurants, is a young, lithe and very dead woman, a mestiza if her light brown curls and Eurasian features are any indication of her ethnicity. Her cadaver is cordoned off with yellow tape: ‘Crime Scene: Do not enter.’ Her still-warm body is splayed at grotesque angles, her arms and legs all broken and arrayed. After we had eaten some of the girls started throwing a Frisbee to each other and Janice got sucked into the game too. I was going to join in too but Paul appeared with a sausage on a cocktail stick in one hand and a beer in the other and started chatting."Hi, Nicki, sorry I couldn't say hello properly before. Where's your friend?"I looked around and pointed her out. By now the game had moved on to the larger lawn but Janice waved at us before chasing the Frisbee again."Come in the house... ,". Then I wrap them around myself and stroke it." I was floored. "Why on Earth would you smell them?" I asked with shock in my voice. He was embarrassed. "I don't know. It just...well...smells different I guess." I had to calm him. "Okay, but why use Mom's panties? Do you want to fuck Mom?" "NO!" he said quickly. "It's not that. It's just that she's here, and a woman. It's just...I don't know! Stop asking me these questions. I've told you enough." Then a thought struck me. I had to know. "Did you.