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 FLEUR - Part 2 - CARAVAN HOLIDAY - Chapter 2



   SUNDAY

   Neither John nor Mark had slept for a while after going to bed, what
with playing and replaying in their minds the events of the previous
evening.  Having eventually fallen asleep, it was still relatively early
when they awoke, and although the men were up and dressed, the girls were
still fast asleep.

   They sat in the dining area of the caravan to eat their breakfast cereal
and moved into the lounge to have their much needed coffees.  Their
discussion acknowledged that they had enjoyed their little party with their
daughters, and that neither had any regrets about what had happened.  But
they both agreed that maybe not many fathers would, basically, swap
daughters and let them be fondled as John and Mark had.  They also
discussed what might happen that evening.  They had said last night that
they could have another party, if the girls were willing, and that maybe
the men would also undress, so they would be naked as well as their
daughters.  This still remained a possibility, but they agreed that they
would not force the girls into anything against their will.  The girls
would have to be happy to participate in whatever went on, or came off!

   Whilst they were chatting, they heard each of the girls go into the
bathroom and back to their bedroom.  The girls had been late to bed, and as
there were no specific plans for the day, there was no hurry for them to
show for their breakfast.  Over the next half hour or so, the men heard a
lot of laughter and general girlie noise coming from their bedroom, but
they let them enjoy their time together.

   The men had another coffee, sitting back into the dining area, opposite
each other, and were having a general chat.  Eventually, they heard the
bedroom door open, amid some giggling, and a few seconds later Fleur asked
"What's for breakfast?"

   The men looked up.  From where they were sitting, they could only see
Fleur, John's daughter, and were a little surprised to see she was only
wearing a pair of very short shorts (and presumably knickers, but at this
point they could not be sure) and nothing else.  She was topless and did
not appear to be at all self-conscious about her semi-nudity.  Moments
later Kim, Mark's daughter, appeared similarly attired.  Although the girls
had been naked the previous evening, it had never occurred to them that
they would appear as they were this morning.  They were quite taken aback.

   "Well," said Fleur, with a knowing smile, "what's for breakfast?"

   Still shocked, and not knowing whether he should say anything, John
replied, "There's Cornflakes or Weetabix, that's all we brought.  Help
yourselves."

   "You don't mind, do you?" asked Kim.

   "Mind what?" said her father, knowing very well to what she was
alluding.

   "Us being topless," she confirmed.

   John looked at Mark, and nodded slightly.  Mark replied, "No, not if you
want to."

   "Good," said Fleur.  Both girls giggled, and went into the kitchen area
to get their cereal.  With their cereals they sat down at the table as
well, each next to her father.  Each man's eyes were feasted upon the chest
of the other man's daughter.

   John asked to no one in particular, more for something to say, "What are
we going to do today?"

   "What can we do?" said Fleur.

   "Well," said John, "we could stay around the park, although there's not
much to do, or go into town and see what's going on there."

   Mark continued, "We could find a café or restaurant and have Sunday
lunch." The girls pulled faces.  "That would be better for you than just
having a burger."

   "Can we look at the shops?" asked Kim.

   "Yes and buy some clothes," said Fleur excitedly.

   "Buy some sexy clothes," iterated Kim.

   "Sexy undies," this from Fleur.

   Having got to know both Fleur and his own daughter so well the evening
before, and seeing how happy they both appeared, he said, "Well, if it's ok
with John, we could have a look, and maybe get you something."

   "Yes, we can have a look," agreed John.

   "Can we have some sexy knickers?" asked Kim, incredulousness in her
voice.

   "Only if you model them for us this evening," said Mark.

   "Are we going to have another party tonight, like yesterday?" asked
Fleur.

   John looked at the two girls, "Do you want to then?"

   "Yes please," they both said without hesitation.

   Having wondered whether the girls would want to party that evening,
their fathers' doubts were now completely dispelled.  Not only would they,
they wanted to.

   "Ok, you're on then.  We'll get you some sexy undies for this evening.
Ok with that Mark?"

   He replied, "No problem.  If the girls are happy, then so am I."

   "Goody," said Kim, excitedly.

   "What time do we need to go," asked Mark.

   "The shops won't be open too early, so we've probably got at least an
hour before we need to be off," replied John.

   By now the girls had finished their breakfasts.  Getting up from the
table, Kim asked, "Can we watch the telly?"

   Almost simultaneously both men said, "Yes." The girls went into the
lounge, put the telly on and sat on the sofa together, using the remote
control to try to find a programme that took their interest.

   Mark cleared the table and asked the girls if they wanted a coffee. 
They did, and as he was preparing the drinks he said to John in a low
enough voice that the girls would not hear, "What do you think of that
then? Topless!  And they want to carry on tonight.  Wasn't expecting that."

   "Neither was I," said John.  "Mind you, it saves us from wondering
what's going to happen later on."

   "The girls obviously enjoy showing themselves off.  Who are we to stop
them?"

   "Only their fathers, it's just that we're not going to stop them." Both
men laughed.

   Mark took the girls their coffees.  He said to Fleur, "Don't spill it."

   "Like last night," said Fleur, with a glint in her eye.

   "That's right, but this is hot, so you don't want that down you."

   "She'd have hot boobs," said Kim.

   "She's got hot boobs anyway," said Mark, "and so have you Kim."

   "Dad!" Kim exclaimed, slightly blushing.

   Before they went out, the girls had to get dressed properly to go out.
They could hardly go out around the town topless, although given the chance
they may have!

   By the time they got into town and had parked up, it was already
lunchtime and they looked for a place to eat.  They found somewhere which
looked quite good, and had a carvery lunch.  Stomachs fully satisfied, they
left and sought out the shops which may sell the sort of clothes the girls
were after.  There were a couple of department stores but the first one
they went into had nothing particular to offer.

   The second store had a teenage department, clothes designed especially
for girls from about 11 to 15.  The girls sought out the lingerie section
and were eagerly looking when their fathers caught up with them.  This was
the first time the men had been in such a place, and both felt a little
uncomfortable looking at all this girl's underwear with their daughters. 
There were a couple of other girls in the section, but they were with their
mothers.

   "Look at this," exclaimed Kim, holding up a blue lacy thong.

   "Hey, Kim," said Fleur, pointing to what could only be called a mini
g-string, "if you wore this it wouldn't be enough to cover all your hairs.

   The girls were in their element looking at all the knickers.  So were
their fathers.  They had not realised that such skimpy underwear was
available for girls of their daughter's age.  Indeed, seeing how Kim and
Fleur were reacting, it seemed that neither had they.  The men wandered
around a bit and found some rather revealing tops.  They called the girls
over to show them.

   "What can we have, dad?" said Fleur.

   "Why don't you choose a top and a pair of knickers each.  Is that ok
Mark?"

   "Yeah, fine with me."

   "Can we choose whatever we want?" asked Kim.

   "Yes, go on then.  You find what you like.  John and I will be over
there," said Mark pointing to a row of chairs provided for customers.

   "Ok."

   Given a free reign the girls looked at almost everything before deciding
on what they were going to buy.  They had worked out how much the clothes
were going to cost and asked their dads for the money, so that they could
pay for them without their dads seeing what they were buying.  It would be
a surprise for them later, the girls explained.  The men went along with
this.

   Having made their purchases, they all wandered around the town, looking
in the souvenir shops, and the afternoon seemed to fly by.  Before going
back to the caravan park, they went into a café where the girls each had a
milk shake and their fathers coffee.

   In the car on the way back, they agreed that they would go to the
clubhouse for a while before their `party', and that the girls could dress
sexily however they liked, provided that their fathers regarded it suitable
for going into the clubhouse.  The men really wondered what their daughters
had bought, as they had said that in that case they would not be able to
wear their new tops.  But it was agreed that if the girls again wore skirts
or dresses, that they could wear their new knickers.  The girls said that
in any case there would be no point in wearing their new knickers if they
wore jeans or shorts.  The men weren't too sure of the logic of this,
unless the girls intended to do a bit of flashing.  They would have to wait
until the girls had changed for the evening to find out.

   Back at the caravan, they all had some sandwiches for tea.  The girls
kept their tops on now.  It was then time to start thinking about the
evening.

   "Time to go and get changed, girls," said John.

   "Come on," said Fleur, getting up and grabbing hold of Kim's hand,
"let's get ready." They went to their room giggling again.

   The men wondered what the girls would change into.  They knew they would
wear their new knickers, but not what else they would wear.  The men didn't
think the girls had any clothes which were too outrageous, and they had
already agreed that within reason, they would go along with whatever the
girls looked like.  The men went to their rooms to get changed as well.

   It took only a few minutes for the men to get ready for the evening,
putting on casual trousers and shirts.  The girls, however, were taking far
longer.  Laughter, giggling and shrieks were coming from their room.

   Back in the lounge John handed Mark a can of lager, taking a large swig
out of one himself.

   "Thanks, John.  What on earth are those girls doing in there?" queried
Mark.

   "I don't know, but whatever they're doing, I'm sure they will look sexy
when they come out," replied John.

   Just then they heard the door to the girl's bedroom open, and the girls
came down the corridor to the lounge.

   "Wow!" both men said at the same time.  They were mesmerised by the
sight that met them.  The girls were certainly sexy.  And they were only 12
years old.

   Fleur was wearing a very short, straight light blue dress, the hem of
which was not much below her crotch.  John hoped that she was wearing her
knickers!  The dress had thin straps and a rather low neckline.  To finish
the outfit, Fleur was wearing a pair of white over-the-knee socks, although
there were still quite a few inches of thigh showing between the top of the
socks and the hem of her dress.

   Kim was wearing short white socks, a black and white tartan skirt, which
ended about six inches above her knees, and was quite modest compared to
Fleur's dress.  However, as Fleur's dress covered her body (just) from her
neck down, Kim was wearing a boob tube, which emphasised and only just
covered her tits, leaving a large expanse of naked flesh of her abdomen. 
Neither girl was showing anything, but still left little to the
imagination.

   "What do you think, dad," said Fleur, not expecting a disapproving
comment.

   "I think you look very nice," said John.

   "You look very good as well, Kim," said Mark.

   "Do we look sexy?" asked Kim, posing in a sexy way sticking her chest
out towards the men.

   "Yes, darling, you do look sexy.  Are you happy to go into the clubhouse
like that?"

   "Yeah, why not,?" queried Kim.

   "Well if you're ok with it, then so am I."

   "Thanks dad."

   "You both look sexy," said John.  "Though I must say your dress is
rather short, Fleur.  Didn't you used to wear that one a couple of years
ago?"

   Indeed, Fleur had worn that dress when she was ten.  But she had kept
hold of it, as although she had grown in height, she had not developed
enough in the last two years that she couldn't still get in on, although it
was getting a little tight around her chest.

   "Yes, but it still fits," said Fleur.

   "Only just," said her father.  Thinking that he actually wanted his
daughter to look as sexy as possible, he continued, "but you look fine in
it.  What happens when you sit down, though."

   Fleur looked a Kim and they both burst into a giggling fit.  Fleur
stayed standing.

   "Come on, Fleur, sit down," her father said again, firmly.  He was even
more certain now that there was no way she could sit without showing her
knickers.

   Fleur sat.  And he was right.  When she sat down on the sofa, he was
presented with a view of her pink knickers.  Her dress just would not pull
down far enough to hide them from view.  John liked what he saw but he felt
he just had to say something to her.  "Fleur, you know you're showing your
knickers, don't you?"

   Both girls giggled again.  "Yes, dad, but only a bit," said Fleur
coquettishly.  "If I cross my legs you can't see them," she continued and
crossed her legs.  "And anyway, they're not my new knickers.  I think this
dress is a bit short for those!"

   "In that case, I shudder to think what your sexy knickers look like!"
exclaimed John.  Fleur grinned at the comment.  I can't wait till I can see
them!"

   "Nor can I," said Mark.

   "I suppose you won't let me wear this now," said Fleur, indicating her
dress.

   John certainly didn't want her to change.  In fact, the thought going
with her to the clubhouse in such a short dress rather excited him.  That,
and the fact that other people would also be able to see up her dress.  He
was sure that she would not be able to keep her legs crossed all the time.
"What do you think, Mark?  Should we let her wear the dress this evening?"

   "I think we ought to let her, yes."

   "Ok, Fleur, you can wear that dress," said John, but still being the
protective father continued "just don't make it too obvious that you're
flashing."

   "Thanks dad, I love you."

   "I love you too darling," John confirmed, meaning it with all his heart.

   Mark turned to Kim, "Maybe you ought to sit down as well, just to
check."

   "Ok," said Kim in a bored, well I might as well, voice.

   Mark could see that her skirt was short, but sitting on the sofa she was
not showing anything.  Not quite!  "That looks ok, but I bet if you opened
your legs just a bit you'd be flashing.

   "Maybe," said Kim, looking at Fleur and smiling at her.  It seemed that
the girls had conspired to wear clothes skirts short enough that they could
show off.

   "Ok," said Mark, "but as John said to Fleur, just be careful you don't
make it too obvious."

   "Thanks dad," said Kim, thankfully.

   "How about a drink before we go over to the clubhouse," John said to the
girls, but looked at Mark for confirmation.  Mark nodded.  "We've finished
the whisky, so it will have to be vodka tonight."

   "Whatever," said Fleur.

   John prepared four drinks for them all, being rather generous towards
the girls' drinks, although he felt that with the way they had been acting
since the previous evening, they may have been quite happy to participate
without anything to drink at all.

   It didn't take long to finish their drinks, and they went over to the
clubhouse.  Once inside, they found a table set back from the dance floor.
As on the previous evening, the girls were able to surreptitiously have an
alcoholic drink, this time vodka, as their fathers thought it better not to
mix their drinks.

   Around the table, the girls were sitting in a relaxed manner.  Fleur's
skirt seemed to be even shorter than it appeared back in the caravan, and
as her legs were not quite together, her pink knickers were more than
evident, although in the dim light of the room it was not so obvious.  She
saw Mark looking at her, and opened her legs further, giving him a smile as
she did so.  Kim's skirt, being a little longer, was more modest, but by
opening her legs a little way and putting one foot upon the shelf under the
table, which was about six inches from the ground, anyone who cared to look
could see all the way up her skirt.  The girls were certainly not shy about
showing off, even when there were other people around.  Both men looked
around to see whether anyone had noticed their girls.  No one seemed to be
paying any particular attention, until they noticed a couple of men at
nearby tables had moved their chairs round slightly, probably so that they
could glance up easily at the girls.

   The girls decided that they would get up onto the dance floor.  John was
a little unsure about Fleur flaunting herself like that, but was surprised
that although her dress was so short, he only managed to get a couple of
glimpses of her knickers, except at one point when she put her arms up and
her dress went up showing everyone what she was wearing.  Although not
appearing too concerned, when she lowered her arms she pulled her dress
back down as far as possible in that (rather annoying to men) automatic
habit that women have to preserve their modesty.

   Having been in the clubhouse long enough, they decided it was time to go
back to the clubhouse.  The girls were getting giggly again, and the men
were excited at the thought of seeing their daughters in their new sexy
underwear.  Passing the little swing park again, the girls went over to the
climbing frame as they had the previous evening.  Instead of climbing up to
the top, they went inside and started swinging from the higher bars,
putting their feet on lower rungs.  They were fully aware of how much they
were showing and their fathers feasted on the show the girls were giving
them.  Fleur's dress had risen up to her waist, and looked more like a
t-shirt.  Kim's skirt was round her waist showing her new knickers. 
Through the dim light it looked like it was not possible to be sure of
their colour.

   As soon as they all got back inside the caravan, Fleur asked "Can we
show you our new stuff now?"

   "Well, yes," said John, "as long as you are wearing it."

   "That's what I meant, silly - show you with us wearing it."

   The girls starting to whisper.  All the men could hear was "You ask."
"No, you." "You say it." "Ok"

   "There is one thing," said Kim doubtfully, apparently having lost the
argument.

   "What's that," said Mark.

   Then hesitantly Kim continued, "Well, you know you want to see us in our
undies, and we were in the nude last night?"

   "Yes," said Mark, pondering on what she might say next.

   "Well, we thought ...  we thought ..."

   "What she's trying to say," interjected Fleur, "is that we think if
we're in our undies, then you should be as well."

   This is what the men had been thinking about earlier, but had not really
talked about.  They would now have to address the situation.

   Mark turned to John, "Well, what do you think?"

   "The girls have a point, maybe we ought to."

   "That's true.  Ok, then, if you go and get ready, we'll get ready as
well."

   "Just your pants and nothing else," said Kim

   "Just our pants," confirmed Mark.

   "And we'll have another drink when we've changed," said Fleur bossily.

   "Yes, ma'am," said John, mocking her attitude.

   "Let us know when you're ready, we're not coming out until you are,"
ordered Kim, as both girls turned and went to their room, closing the door
firmly behind them.

   "Well, that answers that then," said John, "being told what to do by our
daughters."

   "It's quite exciting though, isn't it?  Being undressed with the girls.
Do you think they'll want us to take our pants off?"

   "I can't see they won't.  Although they're going to model sexy undies,
we want them naked again don't we?"

   "Gosh, yes.  And how about giving them a cuddle when they can see how
excited they are making us!

   The idea rather appeals.  Let's get ready.  Maybe I'll have a quick wash
and put clean pants on, specially for the event.  You never know what may
happen?" said John, with a wink.

   "Think I'll do the same."

   Returning to the lounge, Mark had on a pair of briefs, and John wore
boxers.  They could hear the girls in their room still giggling and
laughing.  Mark said, "I'll get the drinks done, you tell the girls we're
ready for their sexy show!"

   John knocked on the girls' door.  "We're ready for the show now, girls."

   "Have you just got pants on?" shouted Fleur through the door.

   "Yes, as you asked," John replied.

   "And dad?" shouted Kim.

   "Yes."

   "Ok, we'll be out in a minute."

   John went back to the lounge.  The drinks were nearly ready, and he and
Mark sat down with theirs, waiting for the girls to arrive.  Without
warning the girls came into the lounge, and posed with their arms in the
air, as if to say "We're here!"

   Both men could feel their cocks stirring inside their underpants.  Kim
was wearing a completely see-through white top with thin straps over her
shoulder.  The top finished just above her belly button.  Her tits were
fully visible, and her nipples protruded against the sheer material.  Her
knickers matched the top, completely see-through, her pubic hair forcing
itself against the material.  The knickers were positioned very low down on
her hips, so low that some of the hair protruded above the waistband. 
There was no reinforced gusset, so the whole of her pubic area could be
seen, leaving nothing to the imagination.  To all intents and purposes she
may as well have been naked!

   Fleur wore a thin elasticated yellow boob-tube made up of two horizontal
bands of material about two inches wide.  They were sewn together at the
side, but could be positioned across the chest to either cover or expose.
Fleur wore it separated, one band running above her budding tits, the other
below.  Her tits were exposed between the two bands of material.  Lower
down she wore a pink thong with what looked like not more than about two
square inches of material, just enough to give her some sort of modesty.

   "What do you think?" said Kim.

   "I think you look ...  amazing.  Both of you," said Mark.

   "I agree," said John.

   "Kim, did you really wear those knickers when we went to the clubhouse?"
asked her father.

   "Yes," she replied cheekily.

   "You really are naughty, but you know what, I love you for it."

   John said to Fleur, "I can see why you didn't wear that thong with your
dress."

   "I knew you wouldn't let me."

   "You're right, I wouldn't.  That would have been too blatant
exhibitionism.  Wearing what you did was pushing the boundaries, but I'm
pleased you had the sense not to go beyond."

   "Here, girls, have your drinks," said Mark, handing them their glasses.
Much as we like looking at you standing there, you can sit down, you know."
The girls sat together on the sofa.

   Whilst the girls were drinking their vodkas, and their fathers finishing
theirs, there was general chat about how nice the girls looked and they
commented about their dads being in just their pants.  Despite the girls'
nudity the men were initially self-conscious about themselves.  However, as
they all continued chatting they felt more at ease, after all, the girls
were not concerned at all.

   "Let's dance," said Kim, getting up and putting a cd in the player. 
Fleur got up and the two girls started to dance, moving their bodies in
time to the music.  They accentuated the movement of their chests and hips.
Being dressed as they were the men were presented with the most sexual
dance they had ever seen.  The second track had just started when Kim took
off her top.  This was even more sensuous as she moved herself around,
whilst although her tits could be seen when she had her top on, there was
now no material - her bust was bare.  As the girls continued to dance, Kim
took hold of Fleur's top and, still dancing, pulled it up over her head,
discarding the top onto the sofa.  Both girls were now dancing topless,
gyrating in what to the men was the most amazingly sexy manner.  They could
not believe this of their daughters.

   "Come on,dad," said Kim, come and dance with us.

   "And you, dad," said Fleur.

   Both girls grabbed their fathers by the arm and tried to pull them up.
Neither man was a dancer, and they resisted, but not just because they
could not dance.  They knew that if they stood up, they would not be able
to hide their erections inside their pants.  However, the girls persisted,
and much against their better judgement the men stood up.  As suspected
their erections were evident.  The girls noticed the bulging in their
fathers' pants, but didn't say anything.  They started dancing again, and
almost subconsciously the men started to move as well.  They were so
riveted in watching these two 12 year old girls dancing topless that they
forgot the sexual predicament their own bodies were in.

   After the next track finished, the girls flopped on the sofa, and the
men sat down as well, thankful for the respite.

   "Did you enjoy watching us dance," said Fleur.

   "Yes, very much," said both men together.

   The girls put their heads together, whispering again."

   "Do you want to watch us dance again?" asked Kim

   "As long as I don't have to dance," said Mark.

   Kim looked at Fleur, "Shall we dance nude?"

   "Ok," said Fleur.  "Want us to dance nude, dad?"

   "That would be very nice, though you were as good as naked when you were
dancing just now."

   "Yeah, but we weren't fully naked," replied Kim.  If you want to see our
pussies properly we want another drink first."

   Mark enjoyed hearing his daughter using language like that.  "Don't you
think you've had enough?"

   "No way, and we're not taking our knickers off until we've had one."

   The dads had no intention of denying the girls another drink.  Whilst
they didn't believe they needed the girls drunk to be able to get them
naked and fondle them again, it would be fun to see the effect of the drink
on them.  More drinks were prepared for all of them.  Fleur and Kim drunk
theirs almost straight down.

   "Ok, now," said John "you've had your drinks, now take your sexy
knickers off so we can see your cunts properly when you dance."

   Kim stood up, a little unsteadily, and took off her see-through
knickers. Fleur followed suit by standing up and pulling her thong down,
but as she lifted one leg to step out, she overbalanced and fell towards
Mark.  He steadied her, by holding onto her hips as she managed to
disentangle herself from her thong, all the while her cunt being inches
from his face.  Both girls were now naked and started dancing again to the
music which was still playing.

   After a minute or so they stopped dancing.  Standing in the middle of
the room, Fleur said to Kim, "It's not fair it's just us nude, is it?"

   Kim replied, "No, our dads should be as well.  Come on, take your pants
off," she said to the men.

   John and Mark had been expecting this, and had each agreed in their own
minds that they would take off their pants given the chance.  Each secretly
wanted the girls to see them naked, although they had not actually said
this to each other.  The idea of their girls seeing their erections was an
added bonus to the excitement of the evening.

   But both men prevaricated, trying, but not too hard, to delay the moment
when they would expose themselves to the girls.  They had not expected what
happened next.  Kim and Fleur both grabbed hold of John's boxers, even as
he was sitting there, and started tugging.  Although they were each smaller
than their fathers, their combined strength, and a little help from John by
raising his bum off the seat they pulled his boxers down, and he kicked
them off.  His erection sprung into view.  Fleur had seen him naked before,
but not with an erection.  The girls then descended on Mark, and pulled his
pants down.  He too was fully erect.

   "That's better," said Fleur, "we're all the same now."

   "That's a lot better," confirmed Kim.  "It looks like their willies like
us?" The girls giggled in the way that only girls can.  "Want us to
continue dancing?"

   The men were feeling a mix of emotions, embarrassment, excitement,
enjoyment.  "Ok," was all they could say.

   Fleur and Kim continued dancing, jigging up and down, shimmying their
tits, thrusting their pelvic area, showing their bodies off.  Sitting there
with stiff erections watching their daughters gyrate in the nude, the men
wondered when they would wake up.  All this must be a dream.  This can't
really be happening.  But it was.  As they watched the girls dancing,
without thinking they were each slowly rubbing their cocks.  The girls
noticed what the men were doing, and Fleur said to Kim as they were
dancing, "Look at our dads, look what they're doing."

   With the girls both looking at them, they came back to reality and
stopped what then were doing.  "We saw you having a wank," said Kim, her
speech somewhat slurred.  The drink was starting to get to her.

   Again, Mark was pleased to hear her using such language.  He thought it
would be fun to continue the conversation, using various swear words with
the girls.  He hoped John wouldn't mind; he didn't think he would.

   "We weren't wanking," replied Mark, "were we, John?"

   "Yes you were," jumped in Fleur, "you were playing with your willies."

   "Mmmm," said John, "maybe we were playing, but not wanking." Saying
this, he got up to leave the room."

   "Where are you going?" said Fleur.

   "Need to go to the loo," said John, somewhat uncomfortably.

   The girls looked at each other and giggled.

   "Hey," said Kim, "I think my dad's been so busy wanking looking at us
that he doesn't want his drink." Kim picked up her father's glass, which
was still over half full, and before he could stop her she was gulping it
down.  Fleur found her father's glass, which he hadn't finished either, so
she drained it for him.

   "You two girls will be drunk," said Mark.

   "We don't care," said Fleur.  Her words were also slurred, "I think I'm
drunk already, and it's nice."

   "I am as well," said Kim, who flung her arms around Fleur and they both
flopped onto the sofa.  Kim landed across Fleur's lap, and in balancing
herself had to put one leg on the floor.  She lay like that exposing
herself, and Mark had a wonderful view of his daughter's cunt.

   Just then, John came back into the room carrying a loo roll.  He was
still naked, but he wasn't as hard as he had been when he left.  "My," he
said, looking at Kim with her legs apart.  That's a nice view."

   "Do you like it?" she replied, emphasising what she was saying by moving
her pelvis from sided to side.

   "Did you go to the loo?" asked Fleur.

   "Yes," said her father.

   "Did you have a wank in there?" she continued.

   "No, I didn't," he responded sarcastically, "I thought I'd wait until I
was with you."

   Mark then got up, also needing to go to the loo.  As he left the room he
said to John, "By the way, they've finished our drinks for us."

   "Yes," said Kim, still with her legs apart, "and we're drunk."

   Fleur pushed Kim off her, and she landed on the floor face down.  John
admired her bum as she lay there.  Fleur got up and went over to her dad,
who by now had sat down.  "Can I have a cuddle?" and sat down next to him.
He put his arm around her and without thinking started playing with one of
her tits.

   "I like that," she said.

   Kim looked up from her position on the floor.  "Like what?"

   "Dad's touching my boobs.  I like that."

   Kim got up off the floor and sat the other side of John to Fleur.  "Put
your arm around me."

   With his arm around Kim, and resting her head on his shoulder he was
able to feel her tits as well.  How on earth had he managed to be naked and
playing with two naked young girls?  Not only that, but he had a raging
hard-on as well, of which the girls were fully aware.

   Fleur commented, "Your willie's big."

   "That's because I'm with two sexy young girls, who show me their tits
and cunts."

   "Men always get big when they see girls naked," said Kim.  Mark came
back into the room and she continued, "See, dad's big as well, because we
are naked."

   "That's right Kim - you two naked girls have made me hard.  I see you're
doing all right, John.  Two girls at once then."

   "Guess I'm just lucky," said John.  "Why don't you go and sit with your
dad, Kim?  I'm sure he would like a cuddle."

   Kim got up and sat next to her father.  He put his arm around her, and
as John had done, he started to feel her tits.  "Do you like that," he
asked.

   "Yes," she replied, "it feels good." After a short hesitation, Kim
continued, "you know you said just now you were playing and not wanking? 
What's the difference."

   John was a bit taken aback by this brazen question, and was not quite
sure how to answer.  "Well, when a man plays with his cock - you call it a
willy - and he just likes it being hard, he just feels it gently, that's
just playing."

   "Wanking is when stuff comes out of it," burst in Fleur.

   "It's called spunk," shouted Kim.

   "I know," retorted Fleur.

   "Well say spunk and not stuff.  Stuff could be when they pee."

   "You mean piss," said Fleur with a giggle.

   "Pee, piss, whatever," countered Kim.

   "Dad, did you mean it when you said you'd wank when we were here?"

   "Do you want me to then?

   "Yes!" said both girls simultaneously.

   "Mark, you up for it?"

   "Yes, ok.  But just one thing.  Can I go first, cos I don't know how
much longer I can last.

   "That's fine, you wank first, then the girls can watch me."

   "This should be fun," said Kim.

   "Yeah," agreed Fleur, "see them spunking."

   "Are you going to stay there to do it, Mark," asked John.

   "Yes, I think so.  Just give me some tissue to wank into.  Tell you what
girls, sit in front of me while I wank looking at you." The girls moved in
front of him.  "Sit with your legs crossed, that way I'll be able to see
your open cunts as well as your tits.  That will make it more exciting."

   Mark sat up at the front of the sofa, so that his cock was sort of
parallel to the floor.  Sitting cross legged in front of Mark, the girls
had a good view of his cock.  The girls were giggling a bit.  "Ready," Mark
said.

   "Ok," said Fleur.

   Mark held the tissue in one hand, ready to catch his ejaculation, and he
started to rub his cock with the other hand.  The girls were transfixed. 
As he rubbed, his cock seemed to get harder, and he was looking at the
naked girls all the time.  In almost no time at all, his whole body went
rigid, and the spunk shot out of his cock.  The tension had been mounting
so much, and Mark was lost in the moment, that the first two spurts missed
the tissue altogether, splattering over Fleur's chest.  Mark felt himself
cumming for ages, but eventually the feeling subsided and he relaxed,
exhausted.

   "Wow," said Kim, "that was ..."

   "...  awesome, "finished Fleur.  And look, I got spunk all over my tits.
How cool is that?"

   John gave his daughter some tissue to wipe herself down.  Mark
apologised for having sprayed her, but she said it didn't matter.  Having
cleaned most of the spunk off, Fleur went to the bathroom to just rinse her
chest over with a flannel and wash her hands which had become wet with the
white liquid.  By the time she returned, Mark had recovered, having just
cleaned himself up in the kitchen.

   Fleur said, "That was fun.  Your turn now, dad.  It must be great having
a willy to rub like that."

   John thought for a moment of what Fleur had said.  "Ok, my turn then. 
Fleur, would you like to feel what it's like to rub?"

   A little unsure, she said, "What!  You want me to wank you?"

   "If you want."

   Fleur looked pleased and glanced a Kim with a smile.

   "Can you get your spunk over me, like Fleur had?" said Kim.

   "Well, I suppose so," answered John.

   Kim moved over to where John was sitting, with Fleur by his side.

   Mark came into the conversation.  "Say Kim, why don't you lie on the
floor, and John can stand above you?"

   Kim laid down on the floor.  Fleur told her to open her legs so that her
dad could see her pussy better.  Rather than standing, John knelt down by
her side, so that when he came the majority of his spunk would land on her.
Fleur knelt as well.  She was quite nervous about touching her father's
cock, which seemed to grow enormously as soon as John felt Fleur's hand
take hold of it.  He showed her how to move her hand up and down, with just
the right amount of pressure.  Although he couldn't explain how, he told
her that she would be able to feel when he was about to cum and she could
then rub a bit faster.

   He supposed she had never done this to anyone before, she certainly
hadn't done it to him!  But she seemed to be a natural.  Kim lay on the
floor at his knees and John took in all the dark hair and the pink lips of
her cunt.  As she was lying down, her tits were somewhat flattened, but
they still looked sexy.  Fleur continued wanking him and as he felt himself
tighten as he got nearer to his climax, she started rubbing faster.  She
had sensed it, he thought.  Not being able to hold on any longer he tensed
and he spurted large globules of spunk all over Kim, some even reaching her
chin.  Like Mark, he seemed to cum for ages.  When he had finished it
seemed that her whole torso was covered.

   Mark gave her some tissue, and before she sat up, she wiped some of the
spunk off her.  Sitting up, there was still quite a bit on her, and he
suggested that as it was John's spunk, why didn't he take Kim into the
bathroom and wash it all off in the shower.  John agreed, and Kim had no
problem as she got up and went towards the bathroom.  As John walked past
Mark he said quietly, "Have fun!"

   It was a bit of squeeze in the tiny bathroom.  In fact there was only a
shower, the room wasn't big enough for a bath.  They could hardly move
without touching each other, even with the door shut.  Kim tried to stand
as far from the shower as she could while John turned the water on; neither
wanted a jet of cold water falling on them.  When the temperature was
right, Kim stepped under the cascading water and started to rub the water
over her body to clean off the remaining spunk.  John took a flannel from
the wash basin and ran it over her chest, in particular her tits.  He was
sure she was now clean, but `just to make sure' he put the flannel down and
used his hand to `check', but really as an excuse to continue feeling her.

   He told her to turn round and with her back to him, he ran his hands
around her back.  The water made his hand slide very easily over her naked
flesh.  He thought this very sensuous, and his erection, which had
previously subsided was starting to grow again.  He moved down to her bum,
and rubbed each cheek, letting his fingers stray along the cleft of her
bottom.  He eased her legs apart, and she opened them as far as she could
in the confines of the shower.  John paid attention to having a feel
through her legs, and could feel the wet pubic hair inside her cunt lips.
Turning her round, he ran his hand over her pubic hair.  She already had
her legs open again, and he played with her cunt, separating her lips and
feeling the softness her flesh.  It would have been so easy to insert his
finger inside her, but he respected what he and Mark had agreed, no
penetration of the girls.  As he was playing with her, he felt what he
thought was her clit.  He fingered it for a short while, when Kim tensed,
and then shuddered.  Had he managed to give her an orgasm is so short a
time?  She certainly had a misty, satisfied look on her face.

   "Did you enjoy that?  Did you cum?" he asked.

   Kim managed to answer, "I think I must have done.  It felt different to
when I do it to myself."

   "You do that at home, then?"

   "Yeah lots.  When I go to bed."

   "Try it in the shower or bath.  Maybe the water made the difference."
John turned off the water.  "Let's get you dried." In the confines of the
small room, he helped Kim dry herself, and then they both went back into
the lounge.

   Fleur was lying across Mark's body, and he was massaging her gently
between her open legs.  She looked completely relaxed, almost asleep.

   Mark said, "I think it's time for bed.  I'm whacked, and we've got to
pack tomorrow and be out by ten in the morning." He stopped playing with
Fleur and eased her up from his lap.

   "Right girls," said John.  "You both look tired," and drunk, her
thought. "Go to the toilet, and we'll come in to say goodnight in a few
minutes."

   Without any sort of protest Fleur and Kim left the lounge and prepared
for bed.

   "Okay?" Mark said to John.

   "Yeah, fine.  I made Kim cum.  She said it was better than when she does
it herself."

   "I didn't know she did, but I often thought she must be playing with
herself at her age."

   "How did you get on?" said John.

   "Fleur was lovely.  She was very tired and you saw she was laid across
me.  I just played with her tits and cunt.  She just so relaxed and seemed
to just enjoy lying there."

   "Well, that's really the end of the weekend.  I never thought on Friday
that the weekend would be like this."

   "Neither did I," said Mark.  "But I suppose it will be back to normal
now."

   "You'll have to try to spend some time alone with Kim.  I know it's just
Fleur and I at home, and I guess things may be a bit different with us from
now on.  But see what you can do."

   "I'll try, though at the moment Kim and I are not on our own very much
at all.  Either Tania or Felix are usually around."

   "Real bummer that.  But something will come up.  Come on, let's go and
say goodnight to the girls."

   "We going to put anything on?" asked Mark.

   "I think with the evening we've had the girls would be disappointed if
we weren't naked."

   "Probably." As the men went in to say goodnight to their daughters, they
were both giggling.  They were lying on the bed, Fleur wearing the new
knickers Kim had bought, and Kim sporting the g-string.  "What a sexy
sight," said Mark.  You're not exactly hiding very much with that on, are
you Kim." There was so little material that Kim's pubic hair was protruding
from the sides and the top.

   "Fleur's not hiding much either," said Kim, "you can see her pussy."

   "And a nice pussy it is," said John.  "You both need to get some sleep
now." John bent down and kissed both girls goodnight.  Mark did the same,
and they both left the girls, turning the light off as they closed the door
behind them.

   They cleared up in the lounge while talking about the weekend, and then
both went to bed with many happy thoughts.

   ==============

   MONDAY

   Once again John and Mark were up before the girls, and got on with the
packing to go home.  They let the girls sleep, but as they were moving
around the caravan quite a bit, and making some noise, the girls woke up.
Fleur came out of her bedroom first, heading for the bathroom.  She was
naked, but somehow it seemed that her being so was the most natural thing
in the world.  Kim was also naked when it was her turn to go to the
bathroom.  However, the men did tell the girls that they should dress
before having breakfast, as time was getting on, and they still had to
pack. John and Mark would have loved the girls to be naked, but on this
morning they could not afford the time to enjoy any sexual delights.

   It was nearly half past ten when the car was packed and they checked out
at reception.  On the way home they were all in a good mood and chatting,
and not only about the sexual events of the weekend.  They had arrived at
Mark and Kim's house, and they had decided that they would just be dropped
off.

   Just as Mark and Kim were getting out of the car John said, "It was a
great weekend, wasn't it?"

   Mark said, "It was the best, wasn't it Kim?"

   "Yeah, super.  And I liked all the sexy stuff."

   "So did I," said Fleur.  "Can we go on holiday again?"

   "We'll have to see," said John, "anyway you don't need to go on holiday
to be sexy."

   "Suppose not," said Fleur.

   Mark and Kim got out and took their stuff from the back of the car. 
They said their goodbyes, and John and Fleur drove on towards home.

   ==============

   TUESDAY

   Fleur had been out with her friend Chloe during the day.  She had wanted
to wear the dress she had worn on Sunday evening, but her father said that
it really was too short.  They compromised on Fleur wearing one of her
shorter skirts.  John knew that she would want to flash her knickers and he
was sure that once out of sight she would shorten her skirt further by
turning the waistband over.  This proved to be the case, as she had either
forgotten, or not bothered, to turn it back down when she got home.  He
didn't say anything, but noticed as she went up the stairs she was wearing
white knickers.

   When she came back down, she had taken her skirt off.  It was not
unusual for her to walk around the house in her underwear, but her doing
this now somehow had a different feel about, bearing in mind what had
happened since the weekend.

   While watching television they would often cuddle up on the settee, but
once again this seemed to feel different.  It was as if the air were
charged with something one could not quite understand.  Until the weekend
away, John had never felt the urge to touch his daughter, but tonight was
different.  He could not stop himself.  As he had his arm around Fleur's
shoulder, his hand brushed against her chest.  No reaction from Fleur. 
Then he placed the palm of his hand over one of her buds, and realised she
did not have her training bra on under her t-shirt.  She seemed to react a
bit this time, pushing her chest just fractionally towards him.  He then
fingered her puffy bud.

   "That's nice," she said.  "Shall I take my t-shirt off?"

   John was a little surprised at her directness.  "If you want to, but you
don't have to."

   Fleur moved his arm from around her and lifted up her t-shirt, pulling
it off over her head.  She was wearing only her white knickers.

   John looked at his daughter.  "You really are beautiful, I love you so
much."

   "I love you too, dad.  When we were in the caravan and you said I was
sexy, did you really mean it."

   "Darling," exclaimed John, "of course I did.  You are sexy."

   Fleur leant across and kissed him.  His comment seemed to mean so much
to her.

   John put his arm back around Fleur.  She leant back against him, letting
him feel her little titties, as they watched the television.

   After a while, Fleur said in a questioning manner, "Dad?"

   "Yes."

   "Me and Chloe were talking, and I said that maybe she could come for a
sleepover one night."

   "I don't see why she can't.  When did you girls think this might
happen?"

   "Before we go back to school, say Friday or Saturday."

   "Either would be ok.  Why don't you do Friday, then maybe we could all
go out for lunch together on the Saturday."

   "Thanks dad."

   Still playing with her buds, he said, "I suppose I'll have to do without
our cuddles if Chloe's here."

   "Mmm, maybe," pondered Fleur.  "You could cuddle Chloe as well.  I'm
sure she wouldn't mind - she likes you a lot." Chloe had been round to our
house a few times, and had always been very polite and friendly, seeming to
be rather a fun loving girl.

   "Did she say that?"

   "Yeah, she said I was so lucky to have a dad like you.  Her mum and dad
are old and fuddy-duddy she says."

   I remembered the first time Chloe came to play with Fleur.  Her dad had
picked her up and I honestly thought it must have been her grandfather.

   "So you think she'd appreciate a cuddle?

   "I know she would.  She was so envious when I said we'd been on holiday
for the weekend."

   Thoughts of the weekend flashed through John's mind.  He was also
worried about what Fleur had told Chloe.  "You didn't tell her what
happened, I hope," he expostulated.

   "Course not, well not the sexy bits anyway.  I told her I shared a room
with Kim and that we bought some new clothes, and went to the clubhouse and
had some drinks, and went swimming, and had Sunday Lunch out."

   "Did you tell her what clothes you got?"

   "Just that I got a rather revealing top and some knickers.  I said I'd
show her when she came over next.  She said her dad would never let her
wear anything that `wasn't ladydlike'."

   "He sounds a bit of a frump," John said, "but Chloe's not frumpy is
she?"

   "Anything but," agreed Fleur.

   "What do you mean?"

   "Like when she flashes at school, and turns her skirt at the waist to
shorten it."

   "What like you did with your skirt tonight?  You may as well not have
had it on."

   "You noticed!" retorted Fleur, "Anyway it wasn't that short."

   "Let's just say I could see your knickers by the time you'd climbed to
the third stair," John said calmly as he tweaked one of Fleur's nipples,
"and a nice view it was too."

   "So you don't mind me turning my skirt over?"

   "I know most girls do it, and no I don't mind, as long as you keep
yourself safe.  So you think Chloe might like a cuddle then?"

   Fleur laughed.  "I'm sure she would.  If she comes over, can we have
some whisky or vodka?"

   "Fine as far as I'm concerned."

   "Can I give her a ring now?"

   "Ok, go on."

   Fleur got up and went into the hall to phone Chloe.  John watched his
daughter walking out of the room in just her knickers, and thought how sexy
she looked, long legs, cute bottom and budding breasts.  Fleur closed the
door as she went into the hall, so John couldn't hear the conversation.

   After a few minutes Fleur came back.  "Chloe's ok for Friday.  She's got
to go out with her mum in the afternoon, but she can drop her off about 7
o'clock."

   "That's fine," said John.

   "I told her to bring a sexy skirt or dress she could wear in the evening
and that if we dressed sexy you'd let us have some whisky.  She said she
hasn't much stuff like that, but she'll look out what she can.  Otherwise
maybe she can put on something of mine.  She sounded excited about dressing
up sexy, and the whisky.  She won't tell her parents, I know she won't."

   John rather liked the idea of Fleur and Chloe dressing sexily.  "That
sounds ok then," he said.

   "I love you, dad," said Fleur turning towards him and giving him a kiss.

   "Love you too, darling.

   "You know, dad, I like being like this with you."

   "I rather like it as well," agreed John, feeling his daughters growing
buds, "you have a nice body."

   "Ooh!  That was nice," Fleur said, turning to give her dad another kiss.
"Did you think Kim had a nice body as well?"

   John certainly did think Kim had a nice body, but he felt he was being
led into choosing who was the nicer.

   In his hesitation, Fleur continued, "I don't mind if you do think her
body's nice.  I know she's got bigger boobs and got more hair on her ... 
her ..."

   John intervened, "Say it, Fleur, it's ok."

   "...  she got more hair on her ...  pussy."

   "Oh, I thought you were going say something else."

   "You mean ..." Fleur was a bit flustered.

   "Go on," encouraged her father.

   "er ...  cunt," she whispered.

   "Don't be ashamed, Fleur, to use words like that.  Anyway you seemed
quite happy to say things like that when we were in the caravan."

   "Why, what did I say," asked Fleur.

   "Well, I can remember you saying wank and spunk."

   "Did I say that?  I must have been drunk."

   "Yes, darling, you did say that, and yes, you were drunk.  But you know,
I rather liked hearing you say that, it sort of added to the enjoyment of
what we were all doing.  But going back to what we were talking about, yes
I did think Kim's body was nice."

   "So you thought my body was nice, and that Kim's was nice as well?"

   "Yes, I said I did," John replied a little perplexed at the question.

   "Did you like looking at our bodies?"

   "Well, yes."

   "Our naked bodies?"

   John wondered where this conversation was going.  He was enjoying it,
but with some trepidation.  "Yes, I liked looking at your naked bodies. 
But I liked looking at you both in your underwear as well."

   "So how many young girls have you seen naked then?" asked Fleur.

   John thought she was being too persistant and said, "I think that's
enough of those sort of questions."

   Unabashed Fleur continued, "I bet you'd like to see me naked right now,
wouldn't you?".  Fleur got up from the settee and stood in front of her
father, wearing only her knickers.  She took hold of the waistband and
started to pull them down, only an inch or so.

   Of course John would like to see his daughter naked again.  "Yes, ok, I
would."

   "Well, if you want me to pull my knickers down, you've got to answer my
questions.  Deal?" Fleur demanded.

   It didn't take more than a moment for John to make his mind up. 
Although he had seen his daughter naked many times, he loved to see her so
much that he said, "Go on then, deal."

   He had hardly finished saying this before she slipped her knickers down
and stepped out of them.  "There," she said, "you can see my pu...  my ...
cunt now.  Do you like that?"

   "Yes, and you are a naughty girl, but I love you so much."

   Fleur moved forward and kissed her father, then sat down on the floor,
cross-legged.  John's eyes were riveted to his daughters cunt, her inner
lips openly displayed.  Fleur knew that by sitting like this, her father
would answer any question she put to him.

   "Right then, dad, where were we.  Ah yes, I asked you how many young
girls you've seen naked."

   "You know, darling," he said nervously, "only you and Kim."

   "And would you like to see more girls naked?" questioned Fleur.

   "Well ..." hesitated John.

   "Well, yes you would, wouldn't you dad?"

   "Ok, yes I would."

   "So when Chloe's here on Friday, you'd like to see her naked?"

   "Yes, I suppose I would."

   "I thought you would.  That's why I asked if we could have some whisky
and I asked her to wear some sexy clothes.  So would you like me to try to
get her to undress completely?"

   Of course he would like her to!  "If you can, but if not just topless or
in her underwear would be fine.  Anyway, why do you want me to see your
friend naked."

   "It feels so nice not to have clothes on, and it was sort of nice being
naked at the weekend with Kim - I'm not les by the way, at least I don't
think so - but I also love you, daddy, and I know it made you happy to see
Kim, and I really liked it when I saw you with Kim and you were feeling
her."

   John was amazed at what his daughter had just said, but he had
reservations about what she had said.  "That's very sweet, Fleur, but even
if, say, Chloe does get undressed, that doesn't mean that I would fondle
her.  It's probably not a good idea, nor would doing any of the other stuff
we did.  After all, we've known Kim and her dad for a long time, and he was
there as well and joined in.  I don't suppose Chloe's dad, or mum for that
matter, would be very pleased if stuff like that happened while she was
here.  And anyway she may not want to do that sort of thing."

   "'Spose not, but she might." said Fleur sounding to her dad as if she
was disappointed and got up from the floor and sat on her father's lap and
they cuddled for a couple of minutes, not sexually, but with love and
understanding for each other.

   John broke the silence.  "I really appreciate that you love me and want
me to be happy.  I'd be more than pleased to cuddle any of your friends,
whether they are dressed or not, as long as you don't mind."

   "I wouldn't mind, `cos I know I can cuddle you at any time, like now."

   John had hardly noticed, but subconsciously he was feeling one of her
budding titties, and Fleur involuntarily opened her legs.  With his other
hand he started to run his fingers through her pubic hair but not going
down lower to her sex.

   John wanted to make it clear what he felt was common sense about the
situation he found himself in.  "So what I would say is this, I am quite
happy for you to have friends round here and have sleepovers.  You must
realise that not every girl who comes round here will be prepared to take
any of her clothes off if I am in the room, let alone remove them all, and
even then will probably not want to cuddle in any way at all."

   "All right, yes, I see." I am amazed sometimes at how adult Fleur can
be.

   "And other stuff like we did with Kim and Mark will probably never
happen again."

   "Not even with them?"

   "I don't know, maybe, maybe not.  I gather you'd like to do something
like that again."

   "Yes, it was fun.  Wouldn't you like to do it again?"

   "I would, certainly, but whether with Mark and Kim, or someone else,
everyone would have to agree."

   "'Spose so," said Kim.  "If you had a choice, dad, who would you like to
do the same sort of stuff with?"

   "I don't know, really, I haven't given in much thought."

   "Oh, come on, dad, which of my friends do you like most."

   John thought for a short while.  "You know I don't know all of your
friends, but I think maybe Holly would be pretty high on the list." Holly
had light brown hair, a little shorter than Fleur, had a noticeable bust
developing, and liked showing off her legs, either with short skirts or
very tight shorts.

   "So you want me to get her to sleepover sometime then?"

   "Yeah, ok.  Anyway, which of your friends do you think would be more
likely to let me fondle their gorgeous naked body?" As he said this John
started to run his hand gently up and down between Fleur's legs.

   "Daaad, you're taking the mick now."

   "Come on, Fleur, which of your friends would like me to rub her cunt
like this?"

   "Ooh, that's nice," whimpered Fleur.  "Mmm, Holly may well take her
clothes off, but I think maybe Penny would be the most likely to let you
play with her.  I don't think you know her though."

   "So getting back to this week, what do you think Chloe might do?"

   "Well, as she's looking forward to dressing sexy and she often flashes
at school I guess the least she'll do is let you see her in her undies, but
I think she'll probably go topless.  After that I don't know."

   John pondered at the thought of Chloe in her knickers.  "Maybe she'll go
further with a couple of whiskies in her.  And also if you are naked."

   "Yeah, I'd have no problem with that," said Fleur.  Both she and her
father giggled.

   "Much as I love you," said John, "and I love having you sitting naked on
me, I think it is time for you to go to bed."

   After the evening's exciting chat with her father, Fleur was indeed
feeling tired, and made no attempt to try to stay up longer, and after
kissing her father goodnight, went upstairs to bed.

   John watched her leave the room, admiring her pert bottom and thinking
how lucky he was to have such a lovely, sexy daughter.  Not only did she
enjoy showing him her body, she was prepared to encourage other girls to
show him theirs.  He didn't quite understand either her or himself, bearing
in mind that even a week ago, there had been no sexual contact between
them, nor had he had any such contact with any other young girl.  Indeed,
he had had no particular thoughts in that direction.

   But here he was now looking forward to this coming Friday when hopefully
he would see his third naked 12 year old within a week.
   END OF PART 2