Dad and Angie get overheated on a tropical beach.
Enjoy..
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"Just get back to Dad," Angie muttered under her breath. "And see if you can manage to get there without spilling these drinks on any sunbathers!"
Thick, humid air and the strong, tropical sun caressed her skin until every pore felt alive. After three days, she was already half as bronze as the local girls sprawled across the expansive beach in every imaginable shape and size, every shade of complexion between butter and midnight. Thongs were so common they almost looked normal to her by now, and the girls down here wore them proudly no matter how thick their legs and butts were.
Two weeks ago, in a shopping mall thousands of miles north in the Windy City, Angie had thought the bikini she bought for this trip were daringly
