"Hi Dad, welcome."
"Tim, long time no see, son. How are you?"
We were standing by the reception and I had just come in from the pool area. The receptionist had called me and told me my dad was here.
"I'm great, good to see you. Hi, Shannon." I ignored Tracy, who stood to my left.
"Hi Tim, you got a nice tan," said Shannon.
She was a good-looking woman, I had to say. At fifty-five she had a body that most women would die for. A few nips and tucks over the years had kept her face looking young. But most of all, she had style. Always well dressed, and always polite, not like her trashy daughter. Today Tracy was wearing a pair of white shorts that rode up her p***y and showed some camel toe. Her top ended just beloved her t**s and showed off the belly button ring she wore. She
