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It's okay Daddy

... entire hotel is naturist," he continued, smiling from ear to ear. "Did you want to get some sleep or head down to the beach?" "The beach, daddy. We didn't come all this way to sleep, did we, daddy." Tracey's puppy-face always lifted Harold's spirits. As Harold removed the last item of clothing, his boxer shorts, Tracey was already naked. She clung on to him tightly, her titties pressing firmly into his manly chest. Harold kissed her forehead affectionately. He had never had a hard-on as a result of Tracey's mannerisms. He loved watching her, he loved admiring her, he loved others watching her. At the beach, there wasn't a living soul who hadn't abandoned their clothes. The vast array of bodies bobbing around was picturesque. The fluid movement of unrestricted body parts is such a delight to watch. Only in such circumstances can the creator's creation be really appreciated. Male cocks ranged from small, medium, to large. Female breasts varied in size, too, but the range and type of nipple and surrounding rings were immeasurable. The most striking feature for Tracey was the sheer diversity of the indigenous population. Families were made up from very light-skinned, tanned, to dark chocolate colour. "I love chocolate, daddy..." "And you can have as much as you like here," winked Harold, gesturing with his hands at the people who were engaged in various activities. People were swimming, sun-bathing, playing beach-ball, some were just strolling along the turquoise water and ...

... white sand. In the distance, Tracey and Harold could see bodies bouncing around gently. Some couples tried to do it behind the rocks but others decided not to lose the intensity of the moment. Tracey smiled affectionately. Hand in hand they walked along the beach, surveying nature at its best. Tracey was making the most of her time there. "Daddy, this is Victoria," she said, making introductions with great gusto. The pair had taken a walk to the other side of the islands. Victoria was beaming. There was a gleam in her eyes, she looked slightly embarrassed; she looked like the cat who got the cream! "Pleased to meet you, Victoria," replied Harold, shaking her sandy hand. Their bodies were covered in sand, as if they had been rolling around in it. The couple looked breathtaking, the salt and pepper combination. The chemistry was so right, the backdrop was so perfect, they were so impeccably perfect. Despite having the time of her life, Tracey felt saddened; she felt guilty. Harold had paid for everything but he wasn't indulging. Deep down, Tracey knew that he never begrudged other people having a good time. She tried everything to bring Harold out of his shell, but he loved Mary with all his heart. Any attempt to find intimacy felt like a betrayal; it felt cold and it felt meaningless. After Mary, Tracey had introduced Harold to some various ladies from the club. The contact would be short and brief; eventually they would lose contact. Tracey would find Harold curled up at night, ...