BABYSITTING LITTLE LISA

Part 14

First Time at Eden Valley

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When I woke Saturday morning, the four of us were still in bed together.� But not for long. Paula and Eric rolled out of the sack followed by Meagan.� Me, I hung back for a moment or two trying to get my morning wood to calm down.� It didn't.

"Come on, Pops," called out Paula.� "Come get some breakfast."

"Poppa's got a hard-on," Meagan gleefully pointed out as soon as I walked out.

"Meagan, behave," fussed her mother who looked over at me with a slight smile on her lips.

"Sorry," I muttered as I tried to cover up, but there wasn't anything available.

"Oh, cover up, Dad!" exclaimed Eric in mock indignation.�

Then with a laugh he added, "It's okay, Pops. Nothing that everyone hasn't seen before, is it?� Look, inside the trailer, you can walk around with an erection all you want, but outside, you'll need to be more discreet."

"I'm not walking around," I defended as I turned my back to them. I don't know why I was embarrassed, I have no clue, but I was.

"Well, you're not sitting, are you?" my unhelpful son replied with an amused look.�

"Oh, come on and eat, Pops," Paula told me.

"Just a minute," I replied.

"Oh, don't be so self-conscious," my daughter in law chided. "I rather enjoy seeing a virile man displaying a big hard cock. Now, come eat.� It'll go down on its own accord when its ready. If not, I'm sure someone will be willing to take care of it for you.� Now sit." Did she really say that?�

Abandoning what little modesty I had, I joined my sniggering granddaughter at the tiny dinette, where I was served a toasted bagel and coffee. Sure enough, things calmed down and my cock resumed it's normal flaccid state, but not for long as my playful granddaughter stuck her bare foot between my legs and rubbed her dainty toes on my cock.

"Meagan, leave your grandfather alone," her mother said with her back to us. It was a classic example of a mother having eyes on the back of her head.� The foot was removed, but the damage was done.

With breakfast done, we dressed for the day, hats, shoes of some sort and our required towel to sit upon in hand, then headed out in broad daylight.� If I felt exposed walking about outside last night in the dark, I really felt exposed now.� Quickly we ran into other groups of nudists.� No one seemed to pay any attention to my state of undress and within a few minutes, that was that, I didn't feel so exposed anymore. I felt great, especially with the view of Paula's extra fine naked backside.

It was a short walk over to the resort headquarters. I was surprised how large it was, sort of like a hunting lodge, with rough hewn siding stained to a dark brown, black trim and cedar shake roof.� We didn't go inside the main entrance, but went to a nondescript side door.� Eric punched in a key code, the door unlocked and we stepped inside what appeared to be a very large living room or seating area.�

Paula looked in a couple of side rooms, calling out, "Daddy!� Daddy!"� Daddy wasn't there.�

She went through another door on the opposite wall and a moment later reappeared with her dad, Melvin, in tow.� He was, of course, nude, down to the bare feet.� I didn't recognize him.� He was still a head shorter than I was, but the last time I saw him twelve years prior, he had a full beard; now he was clean shaven.� Actually he was more than clean shaven, as he didn't have a hair on his body that I could see except for his eyebrows and eye lashes.� His hairless skin was a deep bronze as you'd expect a full time nudist to be, and it seemed to glow.�

"PawPaw!� PawPaw!" Meagan shouted as she ran up to him.� They wrapped arms about each other and he lifted her up, engaging in a protracted full lip kiss, while his hand slid around and over her bare buttocks. I glanced over at my son and his wife to gauge their reaction to this display, but neither appeared concerned in the least that he was feeling her up right in front of us. At the breakfast table that morning, I convinced myself that I had dreamed everything the night before, but now I had to face the reality that� they really were okay with all of this.��

Turning to me, Mel broke off the kiss and his groping of Meagan.�

"Bill!� It's great to see you," he said giving me a firm handshake.� "Especially here! I've been after these two to invite you out here for ages. They gave me some claptrap about you not approving of open nudity.� What's there not to approve of in a display of flesh?

"Take that one there," he said pointing to his daughter.� "She gets the juices flowing, eh?"

"Dad! Behave!" admonished Paula who rather than be offended, took his comments in stride.

"I'm behaving!"

"No, you're not!" she rejoined.

Changing the subject Mel informed, "Mark and Kendra came by a few minutes ago.� The boys are chomping to get in the water and they're going ahead to secure us a table in one of the pool-side pavilions."

Turning to me he explained, "We're really crowded this weekend, and prime hangout space is strictly on a first-come first-served basis, that includes family."

"Lyle and Ben are here?" Meagan asked excitedly.

"Yeah, I think they're going down by the main family pool area," Mel answered.� With that Meagan thundered out the door from where Paula had retrieved her dad.�

"Say, where's Jeff?" Mel asked.

"He spent the night with Tom and his boys," Paula explained.

"Getting his ass reamed, no doubt," Mel added with a frown, a frown that quickly morphed into a smile.

"Daddy!" Paula said indignantly.

"Did I say something I shouldn't have?" Mel asked.� "It was you who told me that Bill plays with little kids."� That comment made my ears� and cheeks burn.

"It's alright, Mel," Eric interjected.� "He knows all about everything, and he's played with Meagan, but he hasn't cornholed Jeff that I know of."

"Is that right, Bill?� You only like little girls.� Nothing wrong with boys, you know."

"I, uh..."� Speechless, I chose to remain so.

"You two, run along too," Mel told Paula and Eric. "I want to talk to Bill for a bit.� We'll join you in thirty minutes or so."

"Okay, Daddy.� But, please, behave.� Pops doesn't know when you're putting on an act."

"Who me?"

"Yes, you."

Paula then came and kissed me, brushing her hooters into my chest.� "Don't let him get you into trouble, Pops.� My dad is a dirty old man, and sometimes... Never mind.� We'll see you in an hour."

'An hour?' I thought.� 'He said thirty minutes.'� Oh well, I was here...

"Okay, first there are some rules," Mel began. "Number one, when in public, no inappropriate touching, and no openly sexual activities; that includes smooching.� Most folks aren't here for the sex, or so they say.� Remember, this is a family resort and we all have to be mindful of the kids.

"In private, however, you can do whatever the hell you want."� Waving a hand over his head in circles, he added, "In here, it's considered private.� In Eric's trailer it's considered private.� The other trailers and lodge rooms are considered private too, but keep your sexual activities close to the vest.� You want to fuck some woman, you can do it in here where her husband isn't likely to stumbled across you.� And if you see me fucking some woman on that ottoman, enjoy the show.� Besides, there's nothing wrong with sloppy seconds.

"Second, sit on your towel out in public.� In here, sit where ever the hell you want, just be sure you that you have wiped yourself good, or better yet, washed yourself since taking a dump.�

"Third, it's okay to look, but it's impolite to stare.� Along that line, no photography allowed except by the resort's official photographer.� That'd be Fred, your Mark's father-in-law, and Kendra's dad.� Fred and me, we go way back and he owns the photography concession here.

"Fourth... Uh, let's see... oh, yeah.� If you pop a boner, don't go parading around with it.� It happens to guys, you know, and no one should be offended if you do, but don't make a spectacle of yourself. Cover up or roll over until Willie behaves.

"But the main rule is to relax and have fun.� That's what everyone is here for. I guarantee, after a day or two here, you will be a full blown naturist and will wonder why you didn't take this up sooner in life.

"The masses aren't given the fifth rule, but you're family.� Don't mess with any of the kids, unless they're family.� So if Meagan introduces you to a friend, just leave the little tart alone, unless I introduce the little tart to you.

"Now, from what I hear, your wife died a few years ago."

"Yes, she did."

"My sincere condolences...

"Well, I suspect you're in need to get laid this weekend," Melvin continued. "I will see to it that you will get laid.� Okay?"

"Okay!" I laughed.

"But then again, you might have gotten laid last night."

"Maybe," replied.

"Maybe my ass.� My daughter's a whore.� I raised her to be a whore and I know she's been itching to get your dick in her ever since you brought the kids back home two weeks ago. Nice piece of ass, eh?"

"Yeah, real nice," I confessed while thinking, 'So that's were Eric calling Meagan a whore comes from.' I didn't like it, but at least I knew where it was coming from.� Still, I was going to have to have a word with my son, whether it was any business of mine or not.

"I knew it!� I knew it! You're a man after my own heart!" he laughed.���

"Oh!� I almost forgot," he said with a startled look. "This is a clothing optional resort, so if you want to wear pants around out on the grounds, or sleep in your pajamas, go right ahead.� But in the pool area, it's strictly full nudity, hats and footwear excepted.� Having said that, you will see some ladies wearing bikini bottoms, that's because it's that time of the month for them.

"Oh, and another thing.� I'm sure you noticed the little springy bracelets everyone wears.� That's so you can buy things and not have to carry around credit cards or hard cash.� The little tag has your account number that is tied to your credit card.� Bill, you're here as my personal guest, and therefore everything will be comp'd to you. But you will still need a bracelet. And for that, come with me..."

He led me through the door that he'd come in from.� We hooked around a wall and ended up behind the reception desk for the resort.� There was someone there, talking to the receptionist, working out some issue. Issue resolved, he left.

"Rhonda!"� Mel called out.� Rhonda turned and I recognized her as the woman with the fantastic tits we had drinks with the night before.� Like I said, she looked better under the soft colored lights, but hell, at forty something, she still looked pretty good.

"This is Bill.� Paula's father-in-law.

"Yes, I know.� We met last night," she replied with a subtle arching of her back.

"You have that credit bracelet for Bill?"

"Yes, I do," she said with a smile, turned, and retrieved it from a desk drawer.� It was one of those colorful springy bracelets with a bar code embossed tag. This one was an electric blue.� I was thankful it wasn't fuchsia pink.

"You can wear it around your wrist, or around your ankle," she said.� "Which do you prefer?"

"Umm, ankle..."� She knelt and slipped it over my foot and sandal.� Looking up she was eye level with my cock.� Glancing up, she smiled, then slowly rose.

"Rhonda, Bill here is a widower and he hasn't had a good blowjob in a long time.� Do me a favor, and take care of the man.� I'll watch the desk for you."

"Love to," she replied with a sultry smile. Taking my hand, she led me behind the wall.� Taking my cock in her hand, she fondled me for a moment, getting a rise out of me.

"Nice," she purred rolling my balls with her free hand.� "Very nice."�

She sank to her knees and looking up at me, slowly took my cock deep into her mouth. Holding it for just a moment near the back of her throat, she slowly pulled it out, gingerly caressing the length of it with her sultry lips until she had expelled the entire thing.� While blowing a cool breeze onto my wet dick, she again she rolled my balls gently, smiled up at me and took me into her warm wet mouth deep. Pausing, she massaged the underside of my dick with her tongue, then slowly withdrew it once again until it was completely free.� She then kissed the now seeping head, licked it and took the head into the back of her mouth, before slowly drawing my cock from her mouth where she flickered my frenum for a moment.� Over and over, the exquisite blowjob continued.� Let me tell you, the lady knew how to suck a man's dick! Staci gave wonderful blowjobs, but nothing like this very experienced woman.

At one point Mel, stepped around the corner to check out my progress.� He grinned and gave me the thumbs up before disappearing again.��

I did my best to hold off sperming her mouth, as I wanted it to go on and on for as long as possible.� Alas, I am but a man and with an out of control, take your breath away rush, I came.� Refraining from cursing, I guess I still made a bit too much noise, as Mel was talking to a guest and he heard me.� According to Mel, the man and his wife looked at him, the man with a startled expression and the wife stifling a laugh.� They were cool with it, whatever was happening in earshot, but they just as easily could have not been cool with it.

"Thanks, Rhonda, that was terrific," I managed once I caught my breath, "Truly a monumental blowjob."

Affecting a put out expression Rhonda replied, "You lasted a long time there, big boy.� What Mel said about you not having a blowjob in a long time wasn't true.� Was it?"

"Back home, the young lady next door, she thinks I'm her daddy."

"How young?"

"Early twenties... married..."

"You bad boy!" she said with a wry smile. "But I forgive you this time."

"There's gonna be a next time?" I asked hopefully.

"We'll see.� But with a lovely cock like that, I'll be standing in line."

"Thanks, I guess."

"You're more than welcome.� And please, do come back."

When we made our appearance upfront, the man and woman were still there talking to Mel.� Neither said anything about what had just happened, but the man did give me a knowing smile as they completed their business, but then again he might have noticed that my dick was wet.

With Rhonda back manning the front desk, Mel asked her if there were any open reservations.

"No, everyone has checked in, all except for Paula's in-laws, Jason and Gwen. "

"Well, hold a room for them."

"Will do, boss," Rhonda replied giving Mel's cock a playful pet.

"What are you and Bob planning for tonight?" he asked her.

"Plans?� What plans?� Go to the dance and see what comes up?"

"That's a plan," replied Mel.�

"Maybe you'll want to get together with us," she said giving his dick and playful squeeze.

"Maybe.� We'll see. Paula might have other plans for me.�

"How about Fred?" Mel added. "I'm sure he'll be up for some games."

"Maybe..." mulled Rhonda.� "We'll see."

Leaving the winsome Rhonda at her post, Mel took me on a quick tour of the facilities.� Passing through the expansive lobby with its open beam construction he took me into the dining area where a buffet style breakfast could be had, plus an omelet station.� As he hadn't had breakfast yet, he treated me.� I went for a Denver omelet, plus hash browns and a toasted English muffin.� He had a simple cheese omelet plus some fruit.

With my second, more satisfying breakfast completed, we made it to the central attraction of this resort, the water park.� It was at the water park where all the action really took place.� I was expecting a single large swimming pool, but there were several pools of irregular shape, a diving pool featuring a high dive as well as a twisting water slide, and two dedicated water volleyball pools, all of which were occupied with games going on and a big attraction for teenagers and young adults.��

On one side was a cantina and a bar, plus a shop you could buy t-shirts (though none were allowed to be worn in the pool area), hats emblazoned with the Eden Valley crest, flip-flop, towels, sunscreen, candy bars, etc.� My conception that this was a simple nudist camp was shattered.� It was a full blown, full service resort.

And everywhere you looked there were naked people, some attractive, some not so much, some slim, some downright obese, people of all ages and sizes.� There was a large percentage of Asians, a few blacks, but mostly whites, though I am including Latinos with the whites.� A veritable international feast of naked flesh.

Everywhere you looked there were chaise lounges and scattered about the water park were covered pavilions, providing shade and tables and chairs.� I have no idea how Melvin found them, Eric, Paula, Mark and Kendra, but we did.� The kids had already abandoned them and were off doing their own thing.�

Mark, my middle son, greeted me rather sheepishly, like he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't have been doing.� I'd seen that look all his life, usually after Eric had put him up to something.� Kendra, she smiled broadly, looking genuinely happy to see me, and giving me a chaste nudist camp hug, a hug, but with some distance between the huggers, the so called A-frame hug.�

Not surprisingly, my boys were already hitting the beer. Eric caught the attention of one of the beer girls who carried around buckets of iced canned beers for sale.� Eric bought another bucket, lifting his foot so the girl, maybe eighteen, maybe seventeen, could charge it to his account.� She wore comfortable clean white sneakers, but other than that, just� a white collar with a black bow tie.� A looker, she was.� I found out later that some of these girls were with their families, but needing to make a little cash over the weekend, hired on for a day or two, earning tips that were automatically tabulated as a part of their� sales.� If you didn't want the gratuity added, you could take a hike and get your own bucket of beer from one of the bars, but why do that? Other girls, and some guys too, took orders for mixed drinks and food.� They "wore" the same outfits, but with a red bow tie, rather than black.

The kids came thundering back.� Mark and Kendra's kids, Lyle, who was nine and Ben, who was seven, came and jumped on me, spilling my beer.� No matter, I was glad to see them both, though Ben wasn't as careful with my nuts as I would have liked him to be.� Jeff announced to the parents that they were heading off to the water slide.� A moment later, peace and tranquility was restored to our group.�

It's funny, I had already become so inured to the nudity, that I failed at first to appreciate Kendra's nakedness.� Unlike Paula with her hooters, Kendra was more moderately endowed, more than a handful, that's for sure, and with small compact nipples. She too was pretty in the face with an easy smile and outgoing personality.� It wasn't until she stood to go off with Paula to the ladies' room that I got a full view of her taut ass accenting her waspish waist.� Mark did well scoring that one.

Mark informed me that Jason and his wife, Gwen, had been delayed.� Some low life had slashed their tires during the night and they had to get the car towed to a tire shop and buy a new set.� Knowing the cost of tires, it made me cringe, all the more because I knew they were strapped for cash.� I made a mental note to lay some cash on Jason, whenever I could and when we were alone.�

The kids came back.� "So soon?" Mark asked.�

"Yeah, we want to go swimming," answered Lyle.

"Can Ben swim?" I asked son number two.

"Yeah, he took to it this summer.� Once he would just put his head down in the water and knew he wasn't going to drown, he took off.� You should see him."

As if on cue, seven-year-old Ben piped up, "Poppa!� Poppa!� Come see how I can swim.� Come on, Poppa!"

The girls were on their way back to hold down the fort and ward off squatters, so the boys and I joined the kids in the pool that was just steps from where we were sitting.� Sure enough, Ben had turned into aqua-boy over the summer.�� And of course, Ben, Lyle and Meagan wanted to crawl all over me, all at the same time and nearly drowned me. Having ganged up and dunked me, payback was in order.� I grabbed the first kid I could and launched him in the air.�

"Me too!� Me too!" demanded Lyle, so he went flying.�

Then it was Meagan's turn, only I missed getting my hand squarely on her butt and instead caught one cheek and her pussy.� She didn't notice, but I did, or at least I don't think she noticed.� If she did, she certainly didn't mind where my hand was.

Jeff meanwhile hung back, letting the younger kids have all the fun, except his dad attacked him unawares from behind and nearly drowned him.

I heard a whistle blow and looked to see the lifeguard, a statuesque blonde, pointing at me to knock it off. She got down off her lifeguard stand and approached, calling me to the side.

"You put your hand in that little girl's crotch once again, I'll have thrown out of the resort."

My face burning with embarrassment I pleaded with palms out, "It was an accident.� I'm her grandfather.� We were just horsing around."

She gave me the evil eye and returned to her post.� Sheesh!�

Eric came up and asked, "What was that all about?"

"She was concerned about where I put my hand."

"Where did you put your hand?"

"I grabbed Meagan to launch her and somehow my hand ended up where it shouldn't have been."

"They're real picky about inappropriate touching," he said.

"It was an accident!"

"Okay, Pops,� but they're still real picking about where you put your hands. Best just to keep the touchie stuff behind closed doors."

After that, I felt that she was watching me, like I was some perv.� 'She right,' I had to admit to myself, 'You are a pervert.� Do you think she can tell that just by looking at me?' I was much more careful about where I put my hands after that.� Mercifully, the lifeguard was soon relieved and she headed off to another part of the water park.

After the kids wore us out, or at least wore me out, we retreated to our table while the kids did their thing in the waist deep water.� We were by then out of cold beer, so I ordered up another bucket from a buxom babe.� Doing as my two boys had done before, I just lifted my foot for her to scan the bar code.� This of course opened up my crotch to her.

"I've seen it all before, mister," she said with an irritated look.� "You don't need to be vulgar."

"I'm sorry, I just..."� She left in a huff.

'God, is she going off to report me for being indecent?' I had to ask myself.� If she did, nothing came of it. Still I had somehow violated proper nudist etiquette twice now without ever trying.

By and by, my youngest, Jason and wife, Gwen, along with their six year old girl, Sandra, made their appearance.� I was mystified how they found us until I learned that they always sat at a table in this pavilion, that way the kids, and anyone else, could easily find them.���

Sandra, like my other four grandkids, was happy to see her Poppa.� Crawling up into my lap, she gave me a big hug and a kiss, my hands winding up on her bare bottom.� I was slow on the uptake until Eric leaned in and told me, "Watch your hands, Pops!"

"Oh!� Yeah, sure," I said glancing around to see if the nudist police were watching.� I guess they weren't.�

I greeted Gwen, an exquisite dark haired pixie like creature with emerald green eyes, and then Jason, my youngest.� Naturally he began bitching about the slashed tires, his two brothers and I sympathetic to his tale of woe.�

While Jason told of his misfortunes, Fred, the resort's official photographer and Kendra's dad, made his appearance. Like Paula's dad, the only time I ever saw him before today was at Mark and Kendra's wedding.� After that, it was just contact by Christmas cards, at least until my wife died.� Then I stopped sending out Christmas cards and soon thereafter, so did he.

Being the offical resort photographer, Fred had a very large professional looking camera in one hand and another hung around his neck.� I had seen him earlier, at a distance, snapping photos of the resort's guests.� I'd also seen his photo board right outside the hotel lobby where souvenir photos for purchase were posted.�

Fred immediately greeted, "Bill!� It's great to see you here with the rest of the family."� Then he snapped a photo of me with little Sandra in my lap.

Next thing I know and he's taking photos of me with each of my daughter-in-laws, with me and my daughter-in-laws with their husbands, me with all three daughter-in-laws and finally a group photo of me with my entire brood with me holding Sandra in my arms, my hand holding her naked butt, the other naked grandkids scattered around in front of the adults.� Photos taken, they were then sent via WiFi to his studio.� Those photos would be up on the photo board within a hour.� All you had to do was punch in the number on the photo proofs, select photo size, scan your bar code and the finished print(s) would be ready for pick up in another hour.� What a racket!

I chatted with Fred for a few more minutes with him asking how I was enjoying myself. What could I say?� That aside from knocking up my wife with my three boys, this was the best thing I'd ever done, and it was still Saturday morning!

Fred then excused himself, saying he needed to get back to work and that he'd be seeing me later that evening.� Then he handed one of his cameras to Kendra and they were both off working the crowd.

As soon as he was gone, the kids, all except little Sandra, were off doing their own thing again. Jason suddenly stood up and excused himself, his two brothers and his wife, asking me to look after Sandra until they got back. Gwen looked a bit distraught, but didn't voice any objections as she was led off.�

I asked Paula what was up, but she just smiled and replied, "What do you think, Pops?"

"Are they going to..."� She nodded.� "The three of them?"� She nodded again.� Holy fuck!

A moment later Mel shows up.� He whispered something to Paula and she got up and headed off.� Mel leans into me and whispers, "You ready for some pussy?" as he jerks his head towards his daughter.� His meaning was clear.�

"I'm supposed to be watching Sandra," I replied.

"Oh, okay.� Gwen doesn't like involving her with any adult activities. Speaking of Gwen, you got to be sure and get some of that before the weekend's over.� A real howler that one.

"Well, if you don't mind, I'm going to dip my wick."� He didn't specify where he was dipping his wick, but I assumed he wanted some daddy/daughter time.

Suddenly I was alone in a crowd of naked people, alone except for my six year old granddaughter.� I was content to just sit and look, but Sandra needed to be entertained.� "Can you take me to the Squirt Park, Poppa?"

"Sure, why not?� Where is the Squirt Park?"

"I'll show you, Poppa!" she said hopping off my lap.� "Come on, Poppa!� Come on!"

The aptly named "squirt park" was filled with little kids hooting it up.� In the center were three nozzles that rotated around hosing down all within reach.� The nozzles themselves nodded up and down insuring a greater coverage.� The kids all squealed in delight every time they were momentarily hit.� But the real attraction I realized were the water jets that randomly shot up from the floor. Sometimes straight up, other times at a random angle away from the vertical. No doubt without a bathing suit the things tickled when they shot off between your legs.� Some kids ran about trying to guess which one would go off next.� Others, like my granddaughter, just waited until her pussy was tickled with a brief shot of water, dancing about squealing, then waiting patiently to be squirted in the crotch again.� What a kiddieland!

After having her cooter squirted several times, I noticed that despite her all over tan, that Sandra was flushed.� Suddenly she announces that she had to go potty. My attention for last few minutes had been distracted from Sandra by this boy, maybe nine or ten who was sitting on one of the squirters just a few feet away. He'd hoot when a jet of water would shoot between his legs, arching over his feet and landing some foot or two away.�� A few minutes later another jet of water shot out towards the back, looking as if it had shot out of his ass.�� Just as I'm leading Sandra away towards the adjacent open air "restroom" he hoots, and jumping up declares, "That was a good one!" and darts away towards the restroom.

Like every other public shower facility at Eden Valley, this one was unisex.� It had showers to be sure, and urinals and stalls for squatters.� Each stall had a standard toilet plus a bidet along side of it to wash your butt.� Other than the walls between the stalls, they were open.� No doors.�

When I get there the boy who I had been watching was in one of the stalls, emptying his bowels with a loud watery whoosh.� Outside of his stall was a man, whom I presumed was his father, looking in on him.

I took Sandra past the boy and his father several stalls.� As she mounted the throne, I noticed the sun-block dispensers near the exit with a sign overhead saying, "Do Not Burn!� Use Sunscreen!" By the size of the reservoirs mounted above the dispensers it was apparent that the resort bought the stuff in 55 gallon barrels.� I noticed because some kid was getting slathered down by a man who, under the guise of applying sunscreen, appeared to be openly taking liberties with the kid's dick.� Next to them was a mother doing the same to her young daughter and being even more thorough than I usually was with Lisa.

Having tinkled, Sandra wiped herself and was ready to go.� Before leaving I stopped at the sun-block dispensers deciding that I too had better protect Sandra from the harmful effect of UV rays.� There were 15 SPF and 30 SPF to choose from along with the recommendation to wait 15 minutes before entering the water to prevent it from washing away.� Like Lisa, there wasn't a tan line anywhere to be seen on my six year old granddaughter. But, just to be safe, I selected 30 SPF and proceeded to apply it generously. And like the man and woman next to me, made sure I coated every nook and cranny of her naked body with nary a peep out of her.� Fuck me... I got wood doing that.�

The man next to me saw my growing erection and it didn't help matters when he started jacking the kid's dick, obscuring the view from everyone but me. I in turn gave him a show, turning Sandra this way and that so he could see where my wandering hand went.�� By the time I was finished I had coated Sandra all over at least three times.

The man, who was now also sporting wood, leans into me and whispers, "She's a cutie.� How about if we take these two for a little walk in the woods?"

"Uh, I got to get her back to her mother," I replied knowing exactly what he was suggesting.

"We won't be too long," he countered.

"No, we're already running late.� Maybe some other time."� Why did I say that? There wasn't going to be another time.�

I beat a hasty retreat back to our table where I hoped to find either Gwen or Jason, Sandra's parents.� Instead I encountered Rhonda there, the woman who had blown me earlier that morning in the resort office.

"Oh, there you are," she greeted with a big smile.� "Mel sent me to find you.�

"Enjoying your stay so far?"

"Uh, yeah.� This place is great."

"We think so."

Looking about she then asked, "Now where did those two go off?"

"Who?"

"Your boy Mark's two boys.� They were here just a minute ago. Oh!� There they are!"

Waving her hand and setting her hefty tits to bouncing she called out, "Boys! Boys!"

Amazingly they both looked in our direction. Abandoning the kids they were playing with, Lyle and Ben popped out of the pool like a couple of penguins and ran up to us.

"No running!� You know the rules," she scolded.

"Yes, Ma'am," they answered in unison without a hint of contrition.

Rhonda turned to me and said, "The boys are supposed to take this little doll to see their grandfather over at the photography studio.� And you, you handsome stud, are being summoned to Mel's lair for some noon time fun.� That is if you're ready to get laid."