Pleasuring Stories

I was on holiday by the English coast with my wife and my nineteen-year-old daughter Abbie. We were staying in a cottage that had once been outbuildings of a farm, which was now the owners’ house. They were a couple about our age, mid forties. I was taking a shower one morning. We’d been on the beach the day before and my mind was full of memories of Abbie all but oozing out of a bikini so brief it was hardly worth the tr...