Daddy detected this and stirred a bit himself."So Ashley, I see you have some new clothes?" "What do you mean Daddy?" Ashley said nervously. "You know... how I feel about my little girl wearing slutty clothes" her said slightly sternly. Ashley blushed and said she didn't mean to do anything wrong. Daddy's hand started to slide up her leg and she blushed harder as his fingers touched the material. He could feel they were a lot flimsier than the panties he bought her. "Sluts wear these Ashley, are. ‘You look amazing, have I mentioned that? I can’t believe how beautiful you are in person.’ The limo pulled up on a vista overlooking a rocky shoreline. Waves crashed at the base of cliffs all along the shore. We could see a bridge in the distance, and even the resort. A large tent had been erected at the site, the kind that might hold ten or fifteen campers. It was a nice touch considering we could have eaten comfortably in the limo. I wondered if there was a bed in the tent. The inside of the. They were on the couch, each with their heads buried between the others legs, oblivious to my presence, which for the life of me, I had not yet made known to them. My initial thoughts being one of anger, disgust, revulsion at what I was seeing. Impulse to run over, yank them a part, scream, yell ... possibly even hit my younger brother in the face for what he was doing to my sister. And then she ... likewise just as culpable, her mouth even then bobbing up and down my brother's amazingly hard. "No," he said. "Oi dunno as they does." He turned to Mr Turner with a sigh. "Looks like Guinness again, Alf." Oh well," said Mr Turner also with a grin. "Oi dunno what the world's coming to. All these youngsters doan' 'arve no sense o' taste."They moved on towards the bar."Mister?" queried Jenny softly."Don't know," said James. "Gavin probably will. I ought to go and get some eats going." OK, my sweet."People began to arrive thick and fast and Jenny was unable to do more than greet them and.