I could see her breasts as clear as anything, and her dark hair between her legs showed up against the white dress. My father slapped at her breasts, sometimes on the side, on top- right on her nipples, and from the bottom, bouncing them about. My father asked if the two guys would like to come back to the villa, as he had some bottles of wine there to drink up. During the last week we went out a few times venturing down the hill to a local tavern. I knew that the two guys being invited back to the villa meant that both mum and I were going to be played with. I could hear my father whispering to my mum, not hearing everything, but every now and then I could hear him telling mum where he was going to take her when they got home, so she could show off her war wounds. My father and mum came in, and my father looked very dashing. So it was a good time for us both when we were able to relax in the pool, or sit together in the sun, getting our bodies a tan.
