It was the summer of '65 and a bunch of my mates and I traveled down to Ohope Beach, on the east coast of North Island New Zealand, for a boozy camping holiday. We descended on the town on our motorbikes, having ridden down from Auckland.
One of the fathers had delivered a tent and some camping gear for us, as he drove through to Opotiki, where they had a holiday bach. This was the main reason we had chosen Ohope Beach as our summer destination, and the fact it was meant to have dozens of girls there and no guys. Rumor had it that all the guys went to the big party beaches North of there, like Mt Maunganui.
The rumours were pretty accurate, although the most of the girls walking around the beach were not old enough to be out partying. We were all around eighteen, and the legal age in NZ was sixteen, so we thought we may have made a mistake. One of our mates had an Anglia van and we had filled it up with quite a few cartons of beer, a dozen pint bottles of DB brown or Lion Red in each.
The campground owner was not that happy at seeing us, I guess he felt he had a biker gang on his hands. But we were all pretty respectable, and holding down good jobs, the campsite had been prepared and Shane's father had already setup the tent. He must have had some inkling of the fact we were a lot of young hot blooded youths though, as we were right down the far end of the camp, as far away from the showers and kitchens as you could get.
We proceed to party as soon as we had our sleeping bags off the bikes and into the tent. By 8:00 p.m. that night we had our first of many warnings about keeping the noise down and to stop harassing the girls. I might add that we did not see one girl that objected to our catcalls and yells of appreciation for a decent bikini etcetera. A couple of the boys got a girl back into the tent that night, but mostly we just got pissed and had a lot of fun. We didn't really upset too many people, and quite a few of the people around us joined in and had a good time as well.
The next day we spent on the beach, did a bit of surfing, but as we only had two boards, mostly we just sunbathed and told stories. We had quite a following of girls, but it was obvious the majority were never going to be let out that night to party with us guys. So the talk turned around to our packing up and heading back up to Mt Maunganui where we had spent the previous Christmas. Those arguing against moving, pointed out that we would struggle to get a camp site there now, and it was going to be bloody difficult to carry the tent up there on our bikes.
I wasn't that keen on moving, as the others seemed to have very short memories, we had not exactly been overrun with females when we had stayed at the Mount the year before. The consensus was we would give it another day.
That afternoon I met a cute little 16 year old redhead named Jenny, who I quickly found out knew who we were, as her elder brother worked with some of us guys. We swam and chatted until dinner time, then arranged that she would try and sneak out to our party that night.
We started drinking about 4:00 p.m. and were really raving by 7:00 p.m. when Jenny turned up to tell me her parents wouldn't let her out. I walked her back to the campsite, and spoke to her dad, but although he seemed OK about me, he would not give in; the reputation of our end of the camping ground had preceded me.
She walked back with me part of the way, gave me a kiss and arranged to meet with me at a park further down the beach after lunch the next day. There was a walk through some native bush at the back of this park, so I was dreaming about what that may lead too.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of drinks, jokes played on one another and teasing the guys that had managed to get pick up a girl.
The next morning, we talked with some guys camped near us, and found that they were traveling up to the Mount the next day, as some camp sites had come free. Also they said we could get the tent on their trailer if we wanted. So we all agreed to pack and leave the next morning.
About 10:00 a.m. my mate Phil and I headed down for a shower, right down the other end of the camp of course. As we meandered along the camp road between the tents and caravans, a car drove up behind and tooted us.
We turned around to find two girls in a Falcon station wagon trying to drive past us. Phil was always a cheeky bugger, and would not get out of the way; making them stop, he then leaned in the passenger window and proceeded to chat up the girl on that side.
I headed for the driver's window. "Hey beautiful, where you going?"
I was confronted with an attractive lady who was obviously a lot older than the young girl sitting beside her. My immediate thought was bugger,
I have picked the wrong side. The young lady Phil was chatting up was a real stunner; she looked about seventeen and was wearing a yellow halter- neck over her bikini top and cut-off jeans. The girl I had in front of me, was obviously a bit older, I guessed about 26 and also very attractive.
Now I have always had the gift of the gab, and no problems talking to older women. In fact, of the girls I had dated so far, I always got on really well with their mothers. So much so that in a couple of cases I got some dangerous vibes from the fathers.
"Cheeky young man," she quipped back, "I am old enough to be your mother and I'm sure you are not the slightest bit interested in where we are going."
"My mother! I don't think so; you must think I am about two years old." "
That's very nice of you, but this is my daughter that your friend is trying to chat up," she said.
"No way, you’re just trying to put me off. You two look so much alike, you must be sisters."
"You sure do talk some rubbish, but keep it up; you may get to believe it," she said, giving me a mock serious look.
I just laughed and replied that no matter what she said, I could not believe she was old enough to have a daughter that age.
"Beside you are far too pretty to be a mother, with the best set of tits I have seen at this beach. What are your names?"
"Allison! And this is my daughter Hayley. And you can keep the language clean around my daughter thanks."
"Sorry, not sure why that popped out." Then I whispered to her, "But absolutely true all the same - they are incredible boobs. You had better watch, as I am so young I may try breast feeding."
She tried to look shocked but was trying not to smile, obviously very pleased I liked her tits.
"Hey, Mum, shall we go to Phil and Dave's party tonight? It's in that tent where we noticed all the partying last night." This was from Hayley, who had obviously not heard anything we had said.
Phil must have been talking up a storm with her. I suddenly realized that this was her mother. Shit, she was sitting there behind the wheel in a cotton dress like the ones you pull over a bikini on the beach, but it was much better fitting; she didn't have a bikini under it, as I could see her bra through the cotton, and she had fantastic legs.
"There is no way you and I are going near that tent, young lady.”
"Aw, Mum, we were so bored last night, you said you wished there was a party going on."
"Not with these guys, if they can stay sober, they can come around and have a drink with us."
"I'm only two and don't drink, Allison," I replied.
Hayley looked bewildered, as she had no idea what I was talking about. But she mouthed, "Please come, it's so boring here."
Allison burst out laughing. "Very good, we may see you later then." With that she let out the clutch and drove off.
Phil wanted to know what that was all about. He was all talk about how great Hayley was and that we were definitely in with a chance.
As we walked on to the showers, I told him he may be OK but I had no chance, as attractive as Allison was, she had to be 20 years older than me, was married and would never be interested. But Phil would not be put off, he said that like it or not, I was going with him tonight, if only to entertain Allison so he had a chance at getting alone with Hayley.
After lunch, I walked down to the park and met Jenny. She apologized for last night and cuddled up to me. I took her hand and we walked up into the bush. At the top of the track we walked off to the left and came out of the bush onto fields that overlooked the houses and the beach below. We spread out our towels and lay down, we couldn't be seen from below, but we had a beautiful view of the beach.
I don’t remember us talking a lot, we just started kissing and were soon making moves at one another’s private bits, and I could not believe my luck, as Jenny was just as keen as me. When I realised she was not stopping me, I undid her shorts and eased them down below her knees. At the same time she worked at the zip and belt on my shorts and slipping them down, hooked them with her foot and removed them entirely. Not to be outdone I pulled her panties down and removed both them and her shorts – all the while trying to keep kissing and cuddling, so as not to break the moment.
She had very pale white skin which highlighted the bright burnt orange hairs between her legs. I couldn’t help staring, she was the first redhead I had been with and I didn’t realise she would be the same colour down there. She didn't mind me looking at her, so I knelt alongside her and lifted her t-shirt up to her neck and lifted her bikini top to show her tits. Then, massaging her breasts with one hand, I slid my fingers up and down her slit with the other. Jenny started to move her hips in time with my movements and moved both hands to her breasts, one on top of my hand, the other working the nipple on the other breast.
Most of the sex I had had to date had been in the back of my mother’s car which I often borrowed for dates, so this was an amazing experience. I was as hard as a rock and starting to hurt. She was watching me and asked me what the problem was, why was I looking so pained. I told her about lover’s balls and how a guy when he got this excited, needed release.
She grabbed a hold of me and awkwardly rubbed my shaft. I had to help her and show her how to stroke it and get me off. Once she got the hang of it, I slipped my finger back into her, and moved it in time with the strokes she was giving me. I must have been doing something right, as she started to whimper and thrust her hips back into me.
It did not take very long at all and I came. The feeling came right up from my toes and then I splashed cum all over her hand and onto her breasts. I thought she would be pissed off, but instead it tipped her over the edge and she came. Nothing great and rapturous, just a tightening of her thighs on my hand and eyes clenched tight in concentration.
She used her towel to clean up, and we got dressed. We talked a while before heading back down to the beach and along to the camp ground. She said she wanted to try sex, and could I get some condoms. I said I would, but that we were leaving in the morning and so I was unlikely to see her. Jenny said to get them and she would try and sneak out that night. She gave me their phone number in Auckland in case she couldn't get out. But insisted she would sneak down somehow.
Once we got to the campground, we parted before her father saw us together and I headed to the tents where the guys were already getting into the beers. Phil immediately got in my ear about going down and seeing Allison and Hayley.
"No way!" I said. "I need a beer, and besides I don't think either of us have a chance there. Also Jenny is going to try and get out to night, so I have to race down and buy some condoms at the chemist before it closes."
"Hey! you may not have a chance, but I do. Come on, help me out and look after her mother for me while I give it a shot.”
I thought about this, I was being a bastard; Phil didn't get to go out with that many girls and none as pretty as Hayley that I had ever seen. I realized that secretly I was a bit jealous that he had a chance with Hayley, she was one horny looking chick and if I had been on that side of the car this morning I would be just as keen as him, maybe even keener.
"OK, let me race down the chemist, get a beer and go and have a quick shower," I said.
Forty minutes later we walked down to the tents and caravans that were parked in front of the beach. Hayley had told Phil that was where they had a caravan and to look out for the car. We found it without any trouble, as they had two sites with a large caravan with a huge awning of to the side and their car and a boat on a trailer on the other site.
Phil nudged me to go in and knock on their door. But as we got to the caravan, we could see there were three or four adults and some teenagers in deck chairs at the front overlooking the beach. They had drinks and nibbles and all talking up a storm. I suddenly got a bit nervous, thinking that one of the men had to be Allison's husband, and we were going to get a very short shift. Allison looked up and saw us, got up and intercepted us before we got around the side. She hustled us back the way we had come.
"We have had my husband’s brother and family turn up. They are staying for dinner, but they won't be late, as they have to drive back to Rotorua to night. Will you come back later? Hayley will be disappointed if you don't; she tells me you guys are leaving tomorrow."
I realized there was a black car parked by hers that had to be the brother's.
"No problem, Phil is pestering me about staying sober, he is very keen. So I guess he will be down looking for that car to go every half hour."
Allison laughed at that, and said, "Of course you are not interested in my breasts anymore, are you."
That got me a bit tongue tied, and I spluttered out something stupid, to the effect that did still think they were nice.
Allison turned to Phil and told him he had to behave with Hayley. "She is only 16 you know, and her father is a real bastard, he would do you damage if he finds out about you.”
"Hey, Phil is OK, he will look after her," I said.
Allison nodded, turned and walked back to their friends; Phil grabbed me and pulled me up between the tents next door onto the beach frontage.
"Shit, what are you doing? They will see us," I said.
"Keep your head down, I want to have a look at Hayley," said Phil.
The first thing we heard was the older guy asking who those guys were. Allison told him they were just a couple of young guys that had the hots for Hayley and she had shooed us off. The guy looked to be a bit of an arsehole, and asked Allison if we were going to be any trouble and that he would sort us out before he left. Both Allison and Hayley talked to him, convincing him that they were perfectly OK and we were leaving the next day. His wife even told him to settle down, just because Bob had asked him to check on the girls, didn't mean he had to get so bolshie and protective. I figured out that Bob had to be Allison's husband. Phil informed me that Hayley had mentioned that her father had gone back to Auckland to do some work and taken her younger brother up also, as he had a cricket tournament until Friday.
As we walked back to our camp, I ripped open the packet of condoms I had bought and handed one to Phil. He said he didn't think he would dare now. I told him not to be a silly bugger, that in my experience, the bigger prick the father was, the more likely you were to get laid. But he had better get that condom on his dick if it happened, as getting her knocked up could be a bit of a problem. We both had a good laugh at that, and reaching our tent, we joined into the partying and got a beer in our hands.
Phil was concerned I would get pissed and stuff it up for him. But I pointed out that I was hoping Jenny was going to sneak out later and as I was on a promise, I was dame sure I was not going to drink very much and have brewers droop.
Sure enough, after an hour or so, about 8:00 p.m., Phil started sneaking up to the beach front to see if the uncle, aunt and the kids had left. About 9:00 p.m., he came back very excited, saying they had just driven off. So we quietly slipped away from the tent (not wanting the ribbing we would get for being pikers) and walked up to Allison and Hayley's caravan.
Hayley was waiting for us, and very pleased to see us walk in. "I wanted to come down and get you guys once they left, but Mum wouldn't let me go. We have a tape recorder with all the latest songs. Do you want to dance?”
I noticed that they had both gotten changed and had put on dresses and makeup. Allison looked stunning, the makeup was very subtle and she had on a long light blue dress. I was puzzled as to why she would have gone to so much effort for us. I guess women just love an excuse to dress up.
"Slow down," said Allison. "I'll get them a drink first. What do you want, Phil?"
"Oh! A beer if I can.... What do I call you?” asked Phil.
"Allison, of course. I'll get real upset if you call me Mrs Fraser. What about you, Dave?"
"I don't want to drink beer; I'll have whatever you are having."
"Right!” said Allison. “You two get the music on. Not too loud, Hayley. Dave and I will go get the drinks.”
I followed her into the caravan and she grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge, which I took out to Phil. When I went back into the caravan, Allison was mixing us a Bacardi and coke.
"Sit down and tell me about you and the guys you are traveling with.”
Allison looked out the door, then shut it and came and sat next to me at the table.
"They are dancing, so we can leave them alone for a bit," she said.
I told her that there were ten of us all together; Phil, myself and three of the others were all in our second year of an aircraft engineering apprenticeship. The other five guys were either drawing or engineering apprentices and one guy was a builder. She asked what my bike was and I told her that it was a 1954 Matchless G45 500cc twin. I had completely rebuilt the engine, so it went pretty well but I was saving up for a Triumph Bonneville 650. She said she would love a ride on my bike, maybe before we left in the morning.
I asked her about her husband. She told me he was a bastard. She had gotten pregnant with Hayley when she was only 16 and had to get married, which is why she was so worried that Hayley did not turn out like her. I asked what she meant by this, and she told me she was hopeless at that age, she had really rebelled against her very strict father. She said that if a guy touched her nipples, she was done for and just let them go the whole way. This had gotten around and she had quite a few guys before she finally fell pregnant to Bob.
"If you think he is a bastard, why don't you leave him?”
I told her that my mother had brought me up, since my father left when I was three. And that she had married twice since; this husband was great, but the first stepfather was a real prick.
Allison told me she thought quite a lot about leaving, but that he ran his own business and they were quite well off. She did not think she could cope, trying to bring up two kids on her own and that this was really the only thing that kept her in the marriage. He had made it plain to her, that if she left him, she would not get a penny, as he had all the money tied up.
I took a sip of my drink and realized it was empty, glanced over and saw that hers was as well.
"Hey! We have been talking for over half an hour; we had better get out and see what Phil and Hayley are up to," I said.
"You go out, I'll make us another one, and take Phil a can of beer, there is one in the fridge there."
"I don't think I will have another one thanks. I should get going soon." I was worried that Jenny may turn up and find me not there.
"You’re not going without having a dance with me. You can dance, can't you?"
"Yes, I took dance lessons at school."
I grabbed the can from the fridge and followed Allison out into the awning. It was quite large, as it ran the full length of the caravan. The far end was partitioned off into two bedrooms, which left a large area, where Hayley had cleared the table and chairs away to the side, so we had room for dancing. The tune that was playing was quite fast with a good beat, so I moved Allison into a tango.
"Wow," she said, "you will need to teach us this where did you learn it?"
"At school, we had dance lessons there in my last two years. I took them as it got me out one class every week, and the boys got to travel down to the girl’s school, which I always saw as a bonus."
Phil and Hayley had me teach them too, and we had a lot of fun getting the moves and sorting out songs we could tango to. Phil and Hayley were doing the music, and after a few songs Phil picked a slow one; I knew what he was about. I shifted into a foxtrot with Allison and a bit awkwardly kept her at arm’s length. But she was having none of that and pulled me close, lifted her chin onto my shoulder and snuggled close.
"Don't start getting awkward with me now," she whispered. "It has been lovely having you treating me like just another person. I don't remember having danced since before Hayley was born. Not close like this anyway, and I don't get to do a lot of flirting either. The circle that we mix with know very well, how jealous Bob gets."
"You should leave him," I said again.
"Are you offering to be my noble prince and race me of into the sunset?"
"Hell no!" I said, but suddenly saw the look of dismay in her face and realized I should not have been so emphatic.
"You are beautiful and far too good for me."
"That's alright, I am teasing you. Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Yes, but it is not a permanent thing."
"Do you sleep with her?" Allison asked.
"I'm not being nosey, it's just that Hayley has this guy she sees and she tells me she is not sleeping with him, but I find it really hard to believe. My age thinks all the kids today are sleeping around, it's in the music and everywhere."
"No, honestly we’re not; my girlfriend says we shouldn't until we get married," I said.
"So what do you do then, just masturbate all the time?"
Awkward question to be asked in the 60's. Guys that masturbated were called wankers and the connotation was that you were a loser. Of course I masturbated, but I sure didn't want to admit it to a woman twenty years older than me.
"No, I work at a bar, three nights a week and pick up a few girls there. In fact I have been seeing another girl a bit lately, that is a masseuse and she has been teaching me so that I can give her one, otherwise she never gets it.”
"Give her one what?" Alison said pulling back and laughing at me.
I had to laugh as well. "A massage of course, you have a naughty mind. I though you said not to talk dirty in front of your daughter."
"She can't hear us; I think Phil has his tongue in her ear. I have never had a massage. Would you give me one?"
"One what, are you being rude again?"
"Ah... Touché, no seriously, would you, or do you have to go?"
"No I don't have just yet. I’m meant to be meeting a girl, but I don't think she will be able to get out, and if she does it is going to be long after her father is asleep. But what are you going to tell Hayley? She is going to think all the wrong things if you say we are going in there for a massage."
"Yes probably, but she can just think them, as I want to see what it is like." She turned to Hayley, who was looking a bit awkward with Phil trying to get real close.
"Dave has learned to give real massages and I have asked him if he will massage my back. Will you be OK out here?"
Hayley nodded. I had the feeling she was getting a bit annoyed with Phil; I think he was coming on too strong. Phil of course gave me a real, 'you dirty bastard' look and winked at me.
Allison and I went back into the caravan. She started mixing up a couple more Bacardi and cokes, and I saw that she made them quite strong.
Handing me one she asked. "Do I have to get undressed?"
"We'll Tania, says that her customers leave their underpants or panties on and she covers them with a towel. But she uses special oils."
"Does she work in one of those massage parlours? Does she have to have sex with the clients?"
"No, she works in a medical clinic. She has papers and everything. Sometimes she has to go into Auckland hospital, they call it physiotherapy."
“I may need another one of these drinks if I am going to get down to my knickers with you." She slugged her drink back then got up and locked the door before making herself another one. She looked over at me and could see I had hardly touched mine.
"I have some oil here; it is for rubbing into dry skin. Do you think it will be OK?"
"Yes I'm sure it will be fine. I will look the other way while you get ready."
Fuck, what was going on. Talk about pinching yourself to see if you weren't dreaming. I turned away, but out of the corner of my eye I watched her go to a cupboard and rummage around until she found a bottle of oil. Then she opened another cupboard and pulled out some towels. One was a big beach towel that she placed on the bed. Then she bent and lifted her dress over her head and loosened her bra. Shit I got an instant boner; I'm standing in a caravan with a near naked woman - pinch, pinch, pinch. Yep, I am awake, I think. Allison took another slug of her drink and lay face down on the towel, pulling one of the other towels around over her bum.
"I'm ready. And you don't fool me that you weren't peeking. Did you like what you saw?"
"Yeh! Not bad." I tried to act mature and worldly.
Shit she had a great body, she had undone her bra, but the straps were still over her arms and her breasts were in the cups. I lent forward and pushed my thumbs into the neck tendons and applied pressure.
"Tell me how hard you like it. Tania liked it really firm, but she told me most women liked it a lot softer than her."
I kneaded and massaged down and around her shoulder blades and she gave a soft hum of pleasure, and then said that that seemed hard enough.
"Don't you use the oil, it's right next to you there?"
"Not yet, I want to warm up the mussels and loosen them a bit first."
I worked my way down her back using the heal of my hands and just using the thumbs on the pressure points. When I got to the lower back I tucked the towel into the top of her panties and pulled them down, exposing about a hands width of her bum crack.
"I was wondering when you were going to try and get those off."
"No, I'm just getting them out of the way a bit, as I am going to start using oil and some of the tightest muscles are in your lower back there. Just relax; I‘ll behave."
For the next fifteen minutes I worked at her lower back, and got little murmurs of pleasure and a squeezing of her legs together, whenever I got down onto the mussels of her arse. The reactions I was getting started me believing that this could be heading in a direction I had certainly not anticipated only twenty minutes before. I worked my way up to the neck again, right into the base of the hairline.
"I need you to lift up and take your bra straps of your arms, as I'm going to do each arm now."
Allison lifted up on her elbows and rolled over to the left easing out of right strap first. This gave me a full view of her right tit, about the size of a good grapefruit, with an erect little brown nipple. Without thinking I slipped my hand under and enclosed it, needing the nipple between my fingers. My heart stopped not knowing how she would react, but all she did was let out a purring sound and rolled the other way to flick her bra off and flicked it onto the floor.
"If you keep doing that I won't be able to help myself and I have only had half of my massage."
"Right! Sorry!" I said, and moved my hand back to her neck, then started down each arm right to her fingertips. The left arm was quite difficult, as I had to lean right over her on the bed to get this done. After a minute or two Allison asked me if she was going to have to roll over and did I do her front. I said no, Tania never got to teaching me anything about massaging the front; we never got past the hour on her back, arms and legs.
"Why is that?" Allison asked.
"Because like you, she was super sensitive and as soon as I got to the top of her legs, it would get a bit steamy."
"Right, well you had better take my panties of then, as I don't want oil on them, do I?" And she lifted her butt up from the bed.
I knew then I was on happy street, I was going to get the impossible, a fuck with one super looking older woman. No one was going to believe me back at the tent.
I moved back to her neck and worked down and up using a couple of the techniques I had been taught. Then at the bottom of one cycle, I carried on over the globes of her arse and down her legs. I spent some time on each leg and noticed that each time I got massaging around the top of her legs she was clenching her butt and pushing her mound down into the bed. So the next time I moved up her legs with a hand on the inside of each leg. As I got to the top, she moved her legs apart, giving me the first good look at the blond curls almost hiding her slit. I didn't touch it, but pushed firmly against each side of her mound and then pulled up and out onto her butt cheeks. Her legs opened wider following my hands and she lifted up off the bed, not wanting to lose contact. I couldn't wait any longer and slid my fingers down into her slit. She gave a groan of pleasure and lifted right up into the doggy position. She seemed to suck two of my fingers deep inside her; it was fantastic, warm and really wet.
Allison rolled over and dragged me down on top of her and her mouth latched onto mine. Again, wet and warm, the most erotic kiss I had ever had, it was as good as fingering her cunt.
"Fuck," said Allison. "Get your clothes off I need you quickly, I am horny enough to come without you touching me again."
I leapt up and dragged my T-shirt over my head and dropped my beach shorts onto the floor, then lay down beside her and searched out her mouth while grabbing down between her legs again. She lifted her knees up and opened them wide, then pulled me over on top of her, put her hand down and grabbed my cock and guided it into herself. There was no resistance at all; she was wet and wide open, absolutely ready for me. Most of the girls I had had to date, would carry on about they shouldn’t and I was hurting them. None of this from Allison.
"Fuck me hard, don't worry about coming, I am safe and need you now," she said.
I needed none of this encouragement; I was too far gone myself and just thrust into her again and again. I tried to hold back, but I doubt if I got ten strokes in before I blew my load. I could feel myself ejecting thick wads of cum into her. She obviously felt me, as she started bucking and shuddering herself. The mussels in her vulva gripped me in waves and I could see she was struggling to keep from screening out.
I rolled of and stared at Allison, not really believing what she had let me do.
“You look a bit stunned. I think that may have been your first time.”
“No!” I answered. “But that was pretty incredible. I feel a bit embarrassed you being married and all.”
“You mean me being older than you, I think,” she replied.
“Well a bit of that. I never thought for a minute you would have wanted to do anything. Even when I was massaging you, I didn’t dare hope you would go any further.”
“Well to be honest with you, I made the decision this morning that I was going to have you. Now come here and cuddle me, I don’t want you rolling over and going to sleep like my stupid husband.”
So I moved over next to Allison and pulled her into me. She placed her head on my shoulder and lay one leg over mine, rubbing herself into my thigh and giving a little giggle.
“You know you’re not going anywhere for a while, so if that young girl has managed to get out to night, she is out of luck.”
“I’m OK with that, but what about Hayley?”
Allison looked up at me. “I’m not sure what she is going to think. She does not get on with her father, so I don’t think she will be too worried, but I will just have to play it by ear tomorrow.”
Author's note: This is a true story. It took place during a New Zealand summer holiday, when most families take at least two weeks off and head for their favourite beach. I have changed all the names.
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