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What a task for the first day of our holidays, tonight we are
leaving for the ferry to France; I am writing the cheque for the
headstone on my wife's grave. She had died 7 months before,
leaving me to bring up our 11-year-old daughter alone.  It had
been a terrible start to the year. My wife seeing the New Year
arrive in hospital; then for me to be called in to see the social
worker. To be told that my wife had walked in front of a lorry.
They didn't think it was suicide as there was no note, but for it
to occur outside the psychiatric hospital where she was a
voluntary patient was possibly indicative of suicide. She had
left me to tell Trudy of her death, me to tell her that her mum
had gone, me to explain that mum wouldn't be coming home. The
first was the worst. I had to go into school and have them bring
Trudy out of lessons to the heads office and then to explain that
she would not be seeing her mum again.

Now I was paying for that last memorial. We were going on holiday
tonight. We were driving to Plymouth to catch the Saturday
morning sailing to Roscoff. We had been due to leave in mid
August as usual but I asked the campsite if we could change the
date so that the holiday would start with excitement and the
memories of Sue's death would be overlaid by the holiday. The
owner was devastated by my news, as she had liked my wife.

"Of course you can come at the end of July David, will you want a
different emplacement so that you are not troubled by thoughts?"
I knew she meant memories but I made allowances for the fact that
English was her third language.

"Thank you that would be most kind. I had talked with Trudy about
changing the campsite but she wanted to go back to your site."

"Of course monsieur I will change your booking at once

 I would be picking Trudy up from school this afternoon. The last
day at her primary school, 18th July 2003, she would be going to
senior school in September. I drove to the village centre car
park and walked through to the undertakers and paid the cheque. I
went to the bank and collected the Euros I had ordered. I went
home and put them along with our passports and tickets into the
holiday folder. I wept as I discovered my wife's passport. I took
out the ink marker and destroyed it. Marking the pages deceased
cutting through the protection on pages with details and
pictures. That would have to be dealt with on my return. There
was a sense of finality to it. Over the last 7 months I had been
clearing the house of her. Her clothes. All had gone to the
charity shops. Her books, those that I didn't want went to the
charity shop. The make up from the dressing table. There had been
a major clearing out of my life. I drove to the storage compound
and hitched up my caravan to bring it home. I had to pack it for
tonight.

I opened the caravan and threw open all the windows. I hooked the
electricity up to the house to pre- cool the fridge. I went
through all the cupboards. I was surprised how much of Sue's
stuff was still there. I bagged it all to sort out when we
returned from our holiday and put it in the garage. I brought
down Trudy's clothes Her shorts, panties bras and socks went in
the lockers above the rear bed. Her dresses trousers and t-shirts
went in the wardrobe. My shirts and trousers joined hers in the
wardrobe. The pants, shorts and socks in my locker above the
front bed. I was surprised at how much room there still was, but
then my wife had packed for every eventuality whereas I packed
only what was necessary plus a couple of spares. I filled the
fridge with frozen milk to keep it cool on the ferry some butter
for use until I could get local butter. Then I added bacon, egg
and sausages for the first day and ham for tomorrows rolls. Then
if I didn't get to do the shopping we wouldn't starve. I put some
bread rolls in the van for snacks tomorrow, I only wanted a
little food as what was the point of taking mass produced food to
Brittany, There would be the delights of shopping in the markets.
The caravan still looked half empty. The reclining chairs were
unloaded, the extra tables, as we never used them. The 6 extra
pillows that my wife had used. I unloaded my sleeping bag and
just kept Sue's bag, as it was a double. I had moved so much gear
into the garage that I had room to walk about the caravan. I made
up the front bed with Trudy's and my sleeping bags and pillows so
when we reached the docks I would be able to put down the
steadies and we would be able to settle down to sleep with the
minimum of re-arranging. The rear berth had odds and ends piled
on it. I checked all the items on the checklist, apart from those
I decided were not wanted, the water carriers, the wastewater
container, the small table and chair set everything was there. I
closed the windows but left the electricity cable plugged in and
switched on.

Then it was time to walk to school to collect my darling
daughter. I was standing in the playground as the children came
out. The year sixes, my daughter's year, were quite subdued. They
were all spreading out to different secondary schools. There were
30 children in her class and Trudy had said that there were 18
different schools they were going to. Many of the year sixes had
both parents there. There were only two lone fathers, one a
divorcee and I. Trudy came out and gave me a kiss of greeting and
her school bag I slung it over my shoulder, she then dived back
into the throng of friends for one last long farewell. Finally
she came over to me. Walking hand in hand we returned home. Me a
31 year old dad getting used to being a single father in shorts
t-shirt and trainers and my 11 year old daughter in a short
summer uniform dress, white ankle socks and pink trainers. She
skipped along swinging my hand as we went along the footpath to
the hamlet we lived in. She was bubbling about going on holiday.
We got home and she changed into her shorts and t-shirt, I put
the washing machine on with the last load. I sent her out to
check that all she needed was packed and to load any toys she
wanted. There weren't many to pack her game boy and some books
including the latest Harry Potter, the order of the phoenix, I
was glad to see that as I would enjoy reading it as well and her
favourite doll. She also packed a third pair of trainers and her
school shoes.

"I want something to make me look smarter if we go anywhere nice
daddy!"

 Trudy then changed into her white button through party frock to
go to the Pizza hut for her birthday party, several of Trudy's
friends were meeting us at the Pizza Hut, as it was her birthday
next week and she would be away for it, so this was her birthday
tea. There were 9 of us round the table feasting away. The 8
girls were in heaven, The sumptuous flavour of the Pizza's, the
healthy eating at the salad bar and the child like delight in the
ice cream factory. As much ice cream and toppings as you can eat.
Trudy took great delight in feeding me a spoonful of ice cream
with chocolate, toffee and strawberry sauces on it, what a
mixture. It had been a great success. Her friends had brought her
their presents and cards. Make up sets, a new game for her game
boy, an outfit for her doll and some books. The friends parents
picked up the girls, I settled the bill and we left for home. I
stopped at the garage and filled up with diesel and checked the
oil and water. We drove home and with Trudy's help, I backed up
to the caravan and hooked up. We went in to the house and had
showers. We then set off on the 250-mile journey to the docks.
The roads would be busy as it was the start of the school
holidays.

Trudy had sat besides me in the car, it was a new experience for
her, to be going on holiday and sitting next to her dad. Usually
she had sat in the back trying to peer round Sue and myself. She
had changed into a cotton sundress with ankle socks and trainers;
her legs were soaking up the rays as the hem had slid up her
thighs. I had to concentrate on my driving down the M6 and M5. We
stopped for a snack at Exeter then continued down to the Plymouth
docks. When we arrived it was one in the morning. We got out of
the car, I opened the caravan for Trudy to get in as I wound down
the corner steadies. Trudy was already in her sleeping bag by the
time I got into the caravan. She had slipped off her shoes, socks
and the sundress and was lying there in her panties. I slipped
off my shoes, socks, shirt and shorts and settled down for the
night in my boxers. I had opened the front window so that we
would hear the public address system in the morning. Trudy kissed
me and cuddled me; I found the points of her little tits most
disconcerting as they bored into my chest. Very quickly we were
both fast asleep.

We were woken at 6:00 by the loudspeaker announcement asking
drivers to proceed to the Brittany Ferries desk with their
tickets and passports to collect boarding passes. I struggled out
of my sleeping bag and dressed. Trudy beat me by a mile and was
waiting by the door with keys in hand. I took the ticket folder
with me and we went to the desk. Other drivers were looking at
Trudy, skipping around, with barely concealed displeasure. They
were evidently not early birds like us they could not stand a
bright lively child dancing around at 6 in the morning. We
collected our boarding cards then went to the coffee shop and
bought our morning coffees, my paper and a magazine for Trudy. 
We would have breakfast once we were on the ferry. We went back
to the car; I raised the corner steadies on the caravan then
joined Trudy in the car for coffee. We were soon moved further
into the dock. Trudy had to balance two coffees as I drove. Then
we were stationary for a while watching all the activity as lorry
tugs unloaded the lorry trailers from the incoming ferry. It
seemed an age but in fact was only about 20 minutes until we were
directed to start our engine and drive onto the ferry. It was the
usual nightmare of parking, as close to the next vehicle as
possible guided by the ferry crew. Then it was out of the car, up
into the passenger areas of the ferry and along to the bows then
up again to the restaurant. We were near the front of the queue
and bought the full English breakfast with, as a gesture to the
nationality of the ship a bowl of hot chocolate. By the time we
had finished our breakfast we were sailing past Drakes Island in
the middle of Plymouth Sound. We watched the panorama of naval
vessels slide past us. We then moved to the lounge where we had
booked reclining seats. I dozed on my seat. Trudy kept returning
to me after each explorations of the ship. After breakfast had
finished being served an entertainer set up in the seating area
of the restaurant. Trudy took me along to watch. The entertainer
finished just before lunch when the restaurant reopened. We went
along to the servery more to pass the time than because we were
hungry then at 3 o clock we saw the port of Roscoff appearing in
front of us. We went up onto the deck and watched our ship
sailing into the loading ramp. The call for drivers to return to
their vehicles was made and so back into the ship and down the
steep stairs to the car deck. We were third in line and were soon
unloaded and driving on "the wrong side of the road" on our way
to the campsite at Carentec. Handy for the port of Roscoff and
for exploring all of Brittany.

After booking in we drove to our emplacement and reversed the
caravan in. Trudy helped me to level the caravan, put down the
corner steadies and set up the awning; then she changed into her
swimming costume to set off for the swimming pools. I smothered
her body in suntan lotion before she left. I finished setting up
the van fetching the water and hooking up the electric. Then I
changed into my swimming trunks and followed Trudy to the
swimming pool. I put my wallet and caravan key in the locker and
put on the wristband and key. I heard her voice calling to me
from the top of the water slide. I walked round to where she
would come out and waited for her to arrive. She came down with a
happy scream and a plume of water.

"Come on daddy, come with me." She grasped my hand and raced me
back to the stairs. Up we climbed to the loading platform. The
loader sat me down on the platform and swung Trudy between my
legs, with a hurried, hold tight, he pushed us off, we shot off
down the spiral tube and immediately swung to the right, our
bodies riding up the side of the tube, before riding up the
opposite direction as we changed direction. Our bodies bounced
around then suddenly the light grew brighter and we shot out of
the tube in a welter of spray. We were out of the water and I was
being dragged round for another ride. Trudy had never really
played with me before; it had always been a mother daughter
thing. I was quickly realising what I had been missing out on. By
the time teatime came I was exhausted. I had lost count of the
times I had climbed the water slide tower. We walked to the
lockers and I opened the one I had rented and got out my wallet
and keys. We went to the bar; I bought a light French beer for
myself; and a coke for Trudy. We took our drinks through to the
barbecue pit and bought burgers. I sat down at one of the tables
and after finishing her burger Trudy went off to play with some
children. Some couples soon joined me; their children joined
Trudy in the playground. We talked about children and the
problems they caused. One of the men looked across at me and
asked.

"Is your wife not going to be joining us this afternoon David?" I
looked as Jacques, a Frenchman from Paris we met each year, sat
down at the table.

"No, I am afraid she died in an accident in January, so it is
just Trudy and myself this year. We have come at the start of the
holidays so that I can make them as enjoyable as possible for
Trudy. I could see him thinking and then he said.

"You will be here for Trudy's birthday then. Usually you come
several weeks later."

"That's right she will be 12 on Monday. I have brought her
presents with us, they are hidden in the caravan." We sat and
drank slowly all evening, every so often going to the barbecue to
get more food. Bottles of wine passed around between us. The
women slowly gathered up their children. Jacques wife Maria asked
if Trudy would like to sleep over with Gina their daughter.

"Can I daddy, can I?" 
"Yes Darling you may, if you and Gina would like to go to our
caravan to get some clean clothes and your bedding, then bring
the keys back to me, I will see you in the morning." We sat
around in the evening sun as it slowly sank in the west. Talking
about the past, about Sue's death and how Trudy was handling it.
About her birthday on Monday and her new school after the
holidays. The lights came on as dusk fell. Madam Charles came out
to join us for a glass of wine. She came over to me and kissed me
in greeting.

"Such news, such news. I am so sorry about your wife, ou est
votre enfant?" Err where is Trudy?"

"She is with Maria and Gina for the night."

 "That is good, it gives you a chance to share company with these
fine men." We smiled at her description of us, but I knew what
she meant, I had very little chance for social contact with
adults at home. I was thoroughly enjoying myself putting the
world to rights. I went back to my caravan and felt so alone. I
had no one to talk with and the wine was making me feel
depressed. I slipped into my sleeping bag and cried myself to
sleep. When I woke I pulled my shorts on, put the caravan to
daytime mode, the sleeping bag and the pillows on the emplacement
hedge to air the seat cushions into the proper places. Then I
strolled to the shop for the croissants and baguette for my
breakfast. On my return I pulled the chair and small table out
into the sun then made my coffee and brought out a book. I was
relaxing nicely when Gina and Trudy arrived. I put Trudy's
sleeping bag on the hedge to join mine airing in the morningsun.

"Dad, Maria said, if you agreed, I could go with Gina and them
today." "Can I go?"

" Certainly, if you are sure Jacques and Maria don't mind." "I
have got to do some shopping this morning before the shops close
for the day. I gave Trudy a key to the caravan and some money.
Then I pulled on a shirt put my wallet in my pocket then drove
around to Jacques caravan with the girls.

"Are you sure you don't mind Trudy coming with you?"

"Of course not, she entertains Gina and that helps to keep us
sane." An extra child usually halves the work at this age, as
otherwise Gina is always asking why, why, what and why. With
Trudy she just carries on."

I told Trudy to be good and then I left for the supermarket.
Shopping is so different in France the whole ethos of shopping is
different. I slowly go round the aisles. The vegetables have all
been harvested within 30 miles of the store. The cheeses are
mainly local too. The cooked meats are more varied. I go down to
the wine cave an area of aisles devoted to drink. From the cheap
Vin de Table to the really expensive vintages. There are none of
the labels I would find in the supermarket at home. There is a
good selection of wines, all local. I pick out 24 bottles of
differing styles and vineyards to try. During the holiday our
group of friends will be drinking wine with the aim of making a
selection to take home. I have printed tasting sheets so we can
mark our choices. At the end of the holiday I will pick up 7 or 8
cases of wine. I load the car with all I had bought then drive to
the filling station to fill up with diesel, a lot cheaper than at
home, and then drive back to the campsite. I unload all my
shopping and arrange the reds in a cool box to keep at a steady
temperature and some white and rose wines go in the fridge to
chill. I unpack the rest of the food then steadily sort out the
caravan making sure everything was in the right place. I look at
my watch, lunchtime. I take the cheeses and butter from the
fridge and cut chunks off each cheese, the rounds of Brie and
Camembert and the blue cheeses. I leave them under a muslin cloth
while I wash tomatoes, celery and cucumber. I slice those then
cut large chunks of baguette. Then I open a bottle of red wine
and pour a glass. I take them out to the edge of the awning where
I am sheltered from the midday sun but still in the open air and
sit down and feast. I am joined by some of the couples from last
night. Their children are playing with the play leaders. I fetch
out more cheese and wine and a plate of the cooked meats. It
makes for an enjoyable afternoon. Good food, good wine and even
better, good company. Dinnertime is approaching Jacques, Maria,
Gina and my Trudy walk up from Jacques emplacement. They had been
to the zoo near Quimper. I could see from Trudy's face that she
had enjoyed herself. Jacques came across to me.

"Unfortunately Gina was very rude to her Mama today so I am
afraid Trudy will not be able to stay with us tonight." I could
see Gina was looking rather sheepish. "If I stop her friend
coming to stay tonight then She will behave for the rest of the
holiday. It is hard on Trudy but what else can I do?"

"Don't worry Jacques, Trudy and I will have a good time tonight
and then tomorrow it is her birthday." As everyone left we walked
hand in hand along the beach to Carentec, We walked up into the
town and found a restaurant. We sat down and began the task of
choosing our meal. Because the food was fresh cooked the main
course took quite a while to arrive. The soup arrived fairly
quickly with a crusty baguette. I cut chunks of the bread and
passed some to Trudy. She dug into the soup and bread. Suddenly I
hear an excited cry.

"Trudy, Trudy" it is her friends Dominic and Callie with their
parents Neill and Jo.

"Can we join you?"

"Of course you can Jo, you are more than welcome, pointing to the
seats" " how did you get here, "We walked along the beach?"

"Oh we drove, the children have walked a lot today and their legs
are aching!" The waiter came and started to take their orders. I
passed Dominic and Callie some bread and they tore into it. I
offered them my soup bowl to dip into. They looked a little
doubtful and then dipped a corner of the bread into the soup and
tasted it. After that there was no stopping them. Neill and Jo
look stunned.

"What's wrong?"

"Dominic and Callie don't eat soup at home!"

"Ah well I laughed, this is not soup, this is potage du jour. Ask
the waiter for that and see what happens."

Neill laughed and did so. Their soup arrived; Dominic and Callie
transferred their attention to their bowls of soup. It was very
soon finished. We changed seats so that Trudy was grouped with
Dominic and Callie and I was sat with Neill and Jo. We were
talking about work and how I was working from home as a
teleworker, I had to go into the office once a week. During the
school holidays Trudy came to work with me and sat in the canteen
and read or played with the children of other teleworkers. Neill
was quite envious of the freedom I had. I then explained the
downside of the loneliness, and the temptation to overwork. How I
had to be very disciplined in how much work I actually did. Neill
and Jo drove us back to the campsite and stopped for a glass of
wine. Trudy, Dominic and Callie played on the playground across
from the caravan. At about 10:00 I could see Trudy was flagging
so I called her over and told her it was time for bed. She took
her towel and nightie across to the shower block for her shower
and came back in her little devil nightie. She kissed me
goodnight and climbed into her sleeping bag. I came out and only
Neill was left. Jo had taken Dominic and Callie back to their
caravan for bed. It was only in the next roadway. Jo came back
with the radio "baby"alarm so that she could hear any problems. I
opened another bottle of wine and some crisps. At about midnight
Jo and Neill went back to their caravan. I washed up the glasses
and cleared away. I went into the caravan and in the light from
the toilet I could see my little daughter sleeping peacefully in
the rear berth. Her long blonde hair flowed over the pillow. I
undressed and put on my pyjama trousers. I slid into my sleeping
bag and left the sides undone, as it was a warm night.

 I was asleep in the front berth when I woke and felt a little
body slipping into my sleeping bag. Tears were streaming down
Trudy's face; I held her tight feeling her sharp little tits
against my chest. Slowly the sobs subsided and she was able to
tell me what was wrong.

I miss mummy so much, Gina has her mummy and daddy, Dominic and
Callie have their mummy and daddy and I only have a daddy."

"I know darling, it is one of those things, I will try to be your
mummy and your daddy." I gave her a kiss and she slowly drifted
into sleep. I stayed there wide-awake, with a raging hard on. My
little daughter was crushed up against me, her growing tits
pressed into my bare chest, her thighs around my leg. Slowly my
erection subsided and I was able to sleep. I was woken in the
morning by a hard kiss on the lips, crushing them against my
teeth. Without thinking I pushed my tongue forward into the mouth
in front of me. The lips part, the teeth open and my tongue
penetrates the warm wet cavern. Our tongues meet and play,
suddenly I am fully awake I am kissing my daughter; I am kissing
Trudy. I disengage my mouth and sit up with just my pyjama
trousers on. I look down and see that Trudy is nude. I reach to
the bottom of the bed and pick up her little devil nightie.

"Sit up darling, let me put this on you." She looks as if she is
about to refuse but then lifts up her arms and lets me slide her
nightie on.

"Morning daddy." "Thank you for letting me sleep in your bed I
felt very lonely last night. I had been out with Gina's mummy and
daddy and I missed mummy."

"I know you do darling I miss mummy too."

"Happy birthday darling" I get out of bed and go to the back bed
box and lift a big bag from it, Trudy's presents. There is the
feverish rustle of wrapping paper coming off her presents. There
are new clothes, make up, a laptop computer, books. All the
presents she wanted. I made us a cup of coffee and got dressed in
my shorts and trainers.

"I am just going to get some croissants and baguette for
breakfast." I leave the caravan and walk through the early
morning mist in my shorts and flip-flops to the camp shop.

"Bonjour madam Charles"

"Bonjour monsieur"

Je suis desiree quatre croissant et un baguette sil vous plais.
My French was not of a very high standard, but Madam Charles
appreciated my attempts to speak her language. The rest of the
conversation would be in English.

"Monsieur, your daughter has some letters today," she passed me a
bundle of cards. All addressed to Trudy. Our family and friends
had not forgotten her birthday. "It is your little ones birthday
isn't it?"

"Yes madam it is"

"Yet you do not look happy. You should be happy today."

"As you know my wife died in February and this is Trudy's first
birthday without her mum.

"Ah yes, such a terrible thing to happen." To be left alone at
such a tender age without a mother." Bring her up to the
restaurant tonight for dinner. I make it special for her."

I go back to our caravan with a lighter heart. I open the door
and see that Trudy has dressed and the beds have been put away,
the curtains opened and everything set up for the day. There are
fresh mugs of coffee, the breadboard and knife, the butter dish
and the marmalade waiting ready. The croissants are still warm as
I sit down beside my daughter. She has brushed her hair and put a
clip in to hold it off her face, her hair reaches down to her
waist. She has put on a sundress. I pass her all the birthday
cards and as she opens them I cut the baguette. She puts some
butter and marmalade on a piece of bread and eats. The croissants
we break open and smear marmalade on the white of it. The taste
is delectable. Whilst we are eating there are knocks on the open
door as her friends come with cards and presents. Trudy is
bouncing around this morning. Neill comes up to me and says that
they have arranged a sports party for Trudy. On the sports field
this morning then back to the club house for lunch and then
swimming in the afternoon. We are all meeting at the sports field
at 10:00. After her friends leave Trudy goes to the top cupboards
and gets out her shorts and t-shirt. She quickly slips her dress
off and stands there in her knickers. She pulls her shorts on and
then puts her training bra and her t-shirt on. She sits down and
puts on her ankle socks and trainers. She goes to the mirror and
takes the clip out of her hair then comes to me.

"Can you plait my hair daddy?"

"Of course I will love, stand still." I comb out the long golden
tresses then brush her hair thoroughly before splitting it into
three tails; I give each tail a gentle twist and start plaiting
the silky blonde hair. I finish it with a butterfly band. She
then helps me to clear up our breakfast things and then bounces
out of the caravan. Her legs are long, tanned and well defined
from her gymnastics at school. I walk up to the sports field,
Trudy skipping along beside me full of the joys of life. A
different child from last night. She walks besides me for a
moment and whispers in my ear.

"Thank you for letting me sleep in your bed last night. I feel
much better this morning. Mummy was away a lot wasn't she?"

I sat us down on one of the benches to talk. "Yes she was
darling, she had an illness that made her feel that life was
terrible, that she was bad. But we know she was good don't we?"

"Yes Daddy she was. She had been in hospital a lot though"

Yes darling. Last year she spent a total of 4 months in hospital
and it has been like that since before you started school."

"One good thing though is you were always there to take me to
school and pick me up and all my clubs and things." "My friends
daddies couldn't do that, they are at work"

"Yes, well I work from home and just have to go in once a week,
and during holiday time you come with me, don't you?"

"Yes daddy. Come on then lets go and play games." I watched her
run ahead of me her legs flashing in the sunlight. We got to the
sports field and Jo and Maria were organising the children. They
had running races, baseball, soccer and fun games. I sat and
watched the children playing. They were all ages from 6 year olds
up to 14 year olds. At about 11:30 Neill came along with a cool
box of ice- lollies. They went down a storm, there was even one
for me. We all went back to the clubhouse. Jacques and Maria were
busy at the barbecue cooking lunch. There was a pile of Breton
sausages cooking and stacks of baguette, cut into lengths to
match the sausages, and then slit. Trudy was the first to be
served as the birthday girl. Soon everyone was tucking in, hot
dogs, with real sausages, and onions, with a side salad. There
was pop for the children and wine for the adults. After we had
eaten the kids went to the shade of the trees and rested, some
were reading and others were talking. We tidied away and then sat
with glasses of wine. Neill and Jacques then took them all
swimming. Maria, Jo and I sat and talked. I told them about how
Trudy had come into my bed in tears last night and how shocked I
was to discover when we woke that she was nude in bed beside me
this morning. Jo said to me.

"Do not be shocked that your daughter came to you for comfort,
she was missing her mummy and she came to you. She wanted close
contact with you, to protect her and love her. The nightie coming
off was probably done whilst she was half asleep. It is a
subconscious thing, this desire for her daddies love."

We talked some more but I slowly drifted off to sleep in the heat
of the afternoon. I was woken by the noise of the children
returning from the swimming pool. They were very excited I could
see that Trudy had not been wearing a cap so I would have to wash
her hair before dinner. She had on her leopard skin bikini with
the high cut leg. She looked adorable. We went back to our
caravan and got the shower gel, shampoo and towels. We walked
into the sanitaire, they are unisex on this site, with individual
cubicles for washbasins, toilets and showers plus a family room,
which is self, contained and has a baby bath as well. Trudy asked
me to wash her hair for her so we went into the family cubicle,
as it would be easier for me to wash her hair. I took off the
band on her hair and then stood her under the shower in her
bikini. I had great problems teasing the plait apart and in the
end I soaked the plait in conditioner and then started to edge
the tail of the comb into the rope of hair. It made it easier to
free up her hair. Finally I was able to start washing her hair,
taking handfuls of hair and washing it before moving on to the
next section I just had my shorts and pants on as I had kicked
off my flip flops as I came into the shower area. I had been
standing outside the edge of the water spray working on Trudy's
hair. I rinsed her hair off and then worked the conditioner into
her long blonde locks. She had moved out of the stream. I bent
over and washed my own hair, a much easier task, whilst Trudy's
hair was soaking in conditioner. I had my eyes tight shut. I was
rinsing my hair when I heard Trudy say.

"Lets have these off so you can have a proper shower." With that
I felt my shorts and pants pulled down my legs and I was pushed
right under the spray. To say that I was shocked was an
understatement. I wiped my eyes to see my darling standing there
in all her glory, most literally in her birthday suit. Before I
could say anything she had a handful of shower gel and was in the
spray washing my chest.

"What's wrong daddy, why are you looking so shocked?"

"Well young lady I am not used to being washed by a nubile blonde
bombshell and I find it quite disturbing to say the least."

"I don't see why, you bathed with me when I was little."

"Yes but you were 4 at the time and mummy was there as well"

"I see what you mean by being disturbed, you have gone all hard!"
She took a fresh handful of gel and washed my prick.

"Stop that, you shouldn't be doing that" almost before I finished
speaking I was shooting strings of cum across the shower area.
She rinsed me down and then said.

"Can you wash me?" I nearly ran out of the shower but I
remembered what Jo had said so I took the shower gel and washed
my lovely daughter. I looked at her body properly for the first
time in years. Her tits were developing and felt rubbery, with
hard nipples standing proud under my hands. Her tummy muscles
rippled under the sensation of my fingers and then her firm
thighs, well muscled and trim. I took another handful of gel and
gently washed her clit, cunt and bum. I could feel the labia
beneath my hand and the hard nubbin of her clit. I washed down
her legs, lifting each foot in turn and washing between the
dainty toes. Trudy steadied herself by leaning on my head. I
looked up and her cunt was inches away from my face. I gave her a
quick kiss on her mons then stood up rinsed her off and turned
the water off. I enveloped her in her towel and dried her small
body. I then towel dried her hair and helped her into her t-shirt
and shorts. I dried myself off and put my damp shorts back on. I
gathered up our belongings and we left the sanitaire. Back at the
caravan I got out the hairdryer and started to dry her hair. It
was a long job even with the hairdryer. Thank heavens for
electric hook ups, letting her hair dry naturally would have
taken an age. When it was nearly dry I asked her what she would
be wearing for dinner tonight and how would she like her hair.

"I want my white button through dress and can I have my hair up
please."

"No problem darling but you will need to take off your t-shirt so
you don't mess up your hair when you get dressed." She slipped
her arms out of the t-shirt and slipped it over her head pulling
it down the length of her hair. Then sat there waiting for me to
continue drying her hair.

"Aren't you going to put a bra on darling?" What would happen if
someone came in?"

"Well if Dominic or Richard came I would tell them to go, if Gina
or Callie came in I would sit and talk to them. No problem."

"Ok love, you know what you are comfortable with." In fact it was
Jo who came across she had brought Trudy's watch back, she had
left it behind when she went swimming. "Do you want to cover up
now?"

"It's alright, Jo has seen me in the changing rooms before." I
explained to Jo about the conversation we had had. She just
smiled at the perversity of kids. As Jo left I walked out into
the awning with her and said what had happened in the shower.
"What should I have done? Was it wrong to let her continue
touching me."

Don't worry about it Dave, it is part of growing up and what
makes it more difficult for you is that Sue is not with you to
help. In truth though I don't think she would have been very good
around this as she was very wary about her own sexuality. At
times I wondered how you managed to have Trudy in the first
place."

Well for the last 10 years we did not have sex. The last time we
did was when she was on home leave from the psychiatric hospital
when Trudy was 18 months old and we had sex, later that night she
had to be put on a mental health order as she was so suicidal."

"Oh Dave I didn't realise it was so bad as that." "I wish I had
known, I might have been able to help her." "Poor you, poor Trudy
what a childhood she has had."

"I have tried to ensure that she has had as good a childhood as
possible."

"I can see that by how well rounded Trudy is as a child." "Anyway
I have got to go now to be down at the restaurant for 7:30."

"Oh I have to be down there for 8:00 according to MadamCharles."

"Well make sure you are there for 8:00. See you there then."

I went back into the caravan and finished Trudy's hair off. I
coiled it up and pinned it in place on her head, there were two
tendrils, which curled down behind her eyes. The rest was swept
up onto her head. Her neck looked sleek and elegant. She fetched
her make up case and started doing her makeup; she had learnt
that she only needed a minimal amount to look her best. I made us
some coffee and we had some bread, as we would be eating later
than usual. Finally she finished and gave me a twirl.

"You normally do a twirl when you have finished your dressing
young lady. She looked down at her body and smiled, she cupped
her little breast in her hand as if weighing it. Then she stood
there head down and peeping out from under her eyelashes. She had
a smashing grin. I stood up and gave her a gentle kiss, so as not
to remove her lipstick. I licked my lips to taste the flavour of
her lipstick. I took my shaver and had another shave, then
started getting dressed for Trudy's dinner. Smart trousers, open
necked shirt and my formal shoes.

"I am going to wear Jo's present to me"

"Oh yes, and what's that?"

"These," she said holding up a suspender belt and white
stockings. She laughed at me. "Jo said they were for when I
wanted to feel grown up and sophisticated. Well I do tonight."
She got the belt out from the pack and tried to put it on. She is
turning it this way and that. I take it from her and kneel down
at her feet and pass the belt round her back and fasten the
clips. I then take the suspenders and start to feed them under
her panties.

"What are you doing?"

"These fasteners have to go under your panties so if you need to
go to the toilet you can slip your panties down."

"Oh" Trudy then slipped her panties down, "I will be wearing a
different pair." She stood before me in a suspender belt and a
smile. Her blonde fuzz on her cunt was at my eye level.

I picked up the stockings and slid them out of the pack. I rolled
the first one and then lifted her foot and pulled it on. I rolled
it up her leg and adjusted the length of the suspender. I then
took the second stocking and prepared it. I lifted Trudy's foot
and pulled the stocking on. Trudy suddenly lost her balance and
grabbed my head to steady herself. My nose was squashed into her
fanny. The delicate aroma of young cunt was intoxicating. I
wanted to bury my head in her cunt and suck all her juices from
her virginal love tube. I restrained my self, contenting to only
give a light kiss just above the hooded clit. I picked up her
foot and continued to pull the stocking on. Again I adjusted the
suspender to fit. As I worked I could see the glint of her juices
on her cunt lips. I patted her bum and stood up. I hate to think
what my blood pressure was but I knew my heart was racing. Trudy
then unpacked the rest of Jo and Neill's present to her, a white
thong, she pulled it up and gave me another twirl, I could see
the back strap of the thong disappearing into the crease of her
bum and a tiny scrap of material covering her slit.  She moved to
the mirror and saw her sparse hair coming out from under the
material.

"Can you cut that off so that it looks tidy?"

"Certainly." I got the scissors and trimmed the hair back to the
panty line. I got my razor and shaved off the stubble. I run my
finger over it. I can still feel the bristles. "Do you want me to
use my wet razor to remove it all to make you really smooth?"

"Oh yes please daddy." Trudy slipped her thong off; I trimmed all
the hair with scissors then rubbed shaving foam onto the stubble.
I put a fresh blade in my razor and set to work oh so carefully.
I could feel the blade cutting through the hair. I kept rinsing
the blade until finally I was able to take a flannel and wash the
rest of the soap off. Her labia stood proud, totally nude. I took
the hand mirror and let Trudy inspect my work. She looked in the
mirror and ran her finger down the slit.

"That looks and feels good. I took her thong and lifting each
foot in turn pulled them up and snugged them into place. I looked
and now could see the outline of her cunt in the material of her
thong. I stood up and put my shaving kit away whilst Trudy put
the short white button through dress on. She put on her school
shoes and looked at me and said.

"With this outfit I should have heels on my shoes, not flatties
like these."

"We will have to see what we can buy for you then won't we."

I looked at my watch; it was 7:50 time to leave for the
restaurant. I slipped on my sports jacket and held out my arm to
Trudy. She grinned and took it and off we walked to our dinner.
Father and daughter dressed up to the nines, knowing that apart
from us only two others were likely to know the secret of what my
beautiful daughter was really wearing under that dress. We walked
into the restaurant, there were banners saying Joyeaux
Anniversaire, which translates as happy birthday. There were two
tables with our friends seated around, with two seats vacant.
Trudy got to her seat and as I pushed her chair in we were
deluged in streamers from the volley of party poppers. The waiter
came over and poured water with wine for Trudy and a glass of
wine for me. Madam Charles signalled the waiters and they started
bringing out the meal.  It was a marvellous night. I hadn't seen
Trudy so happy and animated in years. I think I had a big cheesy
grin on my face as well. Finally a birthday cake was brought
through, 12 candles blazing. Trudy stood up and blew them all out
in one puff.

The cry went up, "you've got a wish you've got a wish." I stood
there as with eyes screwed shut she made her wish. Then she
looked at me and smiled. After we had eaten the cake we all moved
through to the bar. We got our drinks and sat down. The children
were on the floor dancing whilst we parents sat around talking. I
was watching my, oh so elegant, daughter dancing with her
friends. As she flew around the dance floor I could see her
stocking tops flashing at me. At the end of the night Trudy
grasped my arm as we walked back to the caravan. As we went out
the door Maria made a cryptic comment.

"Enjoy whatever happens, know that whatever it is, you both are
receiving pleasure." She wouldn't elaborate and so I was left
puzzling as I went back to the caravan. I started to put down the
beds.

"Can I sleep with you again tonight daddy?"

"Ok love, I will just make my bed up and leave yours." I made up
the front bed with just my sleeping bag. It was a double bag and
I unzipped the sides so they were half undone. I put both sets of
pillows there. I went through to the toilet and then undressed. I
was about to pull on my pyjamas when Trudy said leave them. I got
into bed and watched as Trudy undressed. She pulled the pins from
her hair and shook it free, the curls untwined and her blonde
hair fell down over her tits and down her back. She then
unbuttoned her dress and took it off, and then her stockings,
thong and suspender belt came off. She climbed over me into bed.
I reached up and switched the light off. The light in the toilet
gave a gentle illumination in the caravan. Trudy snuggled up to
me, her smooth nude body brushing against me. She kissed me and
then her hand gently grasped mine and placed it on her tit. It
cupped her swelling mound completely. I froze until Trudy started
moving my hand on her tit. It's all right daddy, I want you to
touch me. I started gently squeezing the soft rubbery flesh as
her hand tracked down to my cock; I was already rigid from the
close proximity of her perfectly formed preteen body. Her lips
sought mine and she kissed me. Her nipples were rigid, she moved
my hand down to her cunt, I tried to stop it but she was
insistent. My fingers touched her clit and I could feel the hard
little nubbin. As I fingered it I could feel the shudders go
through her body. Was this what Maria was talking about tonight.
"Enjoy whatever happens, know that whatever it is both are
receiving pleasure." I could feel the wetness from her cunt as I
allowed my fingers to slide into the mouth of her cunt. They
broke through the dry exterior and into the wet depths. The
slipperiness was staggering. My fingers just slid down into the
depths until they reached her hymen. I moved down the bed
slightly and sucked on her nipples as I gently fingered her
sopping cunt. I went further down and teased her clit with my
teeth; I sucked on it as it came out from under the hood. I heard
and felt her first orgasm. As she came down I said.

"I wish I could fuck you, but I don't want to make youpregnant."

"It is alright daddy I have been on the pill for 3 months now. I
have been waiting for you to see me as a big girl, a woman."

To say I was surprised would be an understatement. This had been
a deliberate seduction. I knelt over her and positioned my cock
at the entrance to her cunt and gently pushed. I went in about 2
inches until I reached her hymen. I pulled back; I could feel the
flesh of her vagina stretching around my cock head as I pushed
back in. I put my hand between us and massaged her clit. I felt
her orgasm build and I increased the force of my fucking. As her
orgasm peaked I pushed forward hard and felt her hymen rip. She
gave a small scream of pain and then her orgasm peaked. Her
little body rigid against mine her tight cunt spasming, milking
my cock, and then I came as well. Pouring out my semen into her
tight little hole. I can feel the cum squirting out past my cock.
She draws me down onto her chest. I grasp her and roll over onto
my back, taking her with me. She lays there for a few minutes
until she starts rising and falling on me. Within minutes she is
cumming again. I am pumping cum as if there is no tomorrow.
Finally she is spent, she lays her head on my chest and falls
asleep. I kiss the top of her head and then pull the sleeping bag
over us. I settle down to sleep with my daughter attached to me
by my cock. I waken during the night as Trudy fucks me again, she
has sat up on me and I raise my hands and cup her little
grapefruit breasts. She smiles down at me.

"I love you daddy." Then her face tenses as her orgasm hits in
her whole body is shaking as she cums. The sensations bring me
off as well. Then she settles back down and goes back to sleep.
Once more at 4:00 I am woken by her insistent desires, she has
aroused my body. I kiss her then turn her over onto her knees; I
throw back the sleeping bag and kneel behind her. I gently push
my cock into her soaking cunt and slide to the depths every time
I push forward I hit her tiny bottom. I look down and see the
pink rose of her anus looking up at me. I lubricate my thumb with
her juices and gently insert it into her bum. Oh daddy, yes,
that's lovely, more please. I pull my thumb out and scoop more
lubrication onto her rose; I then pull out of her cunt and slowly
push the head of my cock against the sphincter. I feel the ring
slowly open out to allow entry; the head slowly slips in, she is
gasping for air. Sweat is streaming from her forehead with the
pain so I pull out.

"Why have you stopped daddy?"

"Because I was hurting you."

"Go back in daddy I want to take it, I want to take you."

I gently re-entered her bum, Trudy bit on the pillow to stop
herself crying out and then finally I slid the head of my cock
into her hot dry bum. The sensation was too much and I came
instantly. I lay there across her back until the sensations in my
cock eased then I slid fully into her, my passage eased by the
cum I had deposited in her bum. As I pushed in and out of her bum
I held her by her slim boyish hips and my fingers played with her
clit and her cunt. I could feel her body reacting to the
sensations I was giving her. My fingers slid into her cunt and I
could feel my prick sliding up and down her rectum. I exploded
again into her and felt her orgasm crash around me. I gently lay
her down and roll us both onto our side and hold her tight to me.
Her little 5-foot body speared by my larger 6-foot frame. We lay
resting together until finally at 5:00 we got up and gathered our
clothes, wrapped towels around us and walked to the sanitaire. We
go into the family room Trudy coils her hair up and puts on a
shower cap. She knelt down in front of me and washed my cock in
the shower. Then with her lips and fingers she took it into her
mouth and slid forward. Suddenly I feel her retching, she pulls
back out and try's again from a different angle. This time she
gets my cock past the back of her throat; she slides down until
her nose is against my pubes. She pulls back and sucks in a deep
breath then slides my cock back in to its depths. She pulls my
cock out of her mouth and grins up at me. Then returns to my
cock, feeding on it. I look down and see her throat expand and
contract as my cock enters and leaves her throat. I can hold back
no longer and I start cumming again. The first jet shoots down
her throat, and then, as she moves up my cock the remainder is
deposited into her sweet mouth. She stands up and turns the
shower on. I can see the trails of cum running down her thigh
from her cunt and bum. The water flows around her washing it
away. She kisses me and I can taste and feel my cum in her mouth.
I kneel down in the water stream and stick my tongue into her
cunt; I can taste the saltiness of my semen and the muskiness of
her cunt. I lick the hooded clit until it pops out of hiding.
Trudy holds my head as she comes again. She lifts me up and
kisses me.

"Is that what I taste like?"

"Not normally, what you have there is your lubrication and my cum
mixed together."

"She licks my lips, tasty that." Then we set to and wash, we dry
off and dress. I take her hand and we walk back to the caravan
through the cool early morning air. I make coffee and cook
breakfast; Trudy is fastened round my waist. I dish up and we
move to what would normally be Trudy's bed. We sit and eat; I am
stretching my arm around Trudy's shoulders as she cuddles into
me. We finish and I slide the table back and we talk.

"Why did you want to make love with me?"

"It is something I have often dreamed about. I was pretty sure
you and mummy weren't having sex as I never heard anything. My
friends told me how they heard their parent's bed's creaking
every night and once when I slept over at Alyssa's house she
showed me her parents when they were having sex. That is when I
saw her daddy fuck her mummy up the bum. Alyssa's mummy liked
that so I wanted to try it and I decided I wanted it to be you,
daddy."

"Well you were right about mummy and I not having sex, it was to
do with her illness we had not made love for 10 years."

" Poor daddy. What did you do daddy?"

"I masturbated, that is rubbed myself until I had an orgasm."

"Is that as good as sex?"

"No love it is not, but it is better than nothing."

"I'm glad I had sex with you daddy."

Today was the start of a whole new life for us. Trudy only slept
in her own bed when she had friends to stay for a sleep over. And
sometimes not even then.


Martinmac2002@yahoo.co.uk






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