She had left the house wearing a short skirt and a blouse immediately after dinner and I knew that right now she was in a hurry to take a shower so as...to remove some of the traces from her leaking cunt. As soon as she began climbing the stairs to our room I began to follow her. When she noticed that I was behind her in the room, she became very nervous, she even asked me if there was something wrong."Yes indeed my dear, something is very wrong. Sit on the bed and we will have a talk." What is. It took all of fifteen minutes to scrape a flat area that would be large enough for the drill rig and well. I shut the bulldozer down after moving it up the hill, out of the way.Later Rob started at his cabin and dug the ditch for the water pipe towards the well, using the backhoe attached to the front-end loader. I started from mine and worked towards the well too. By the end of the day, I was past the well and about half way down to the hanger. Sunday Rob and I finished digging the. 'You have the best view in the house baby', he whispered into my ear, his warm breath a mixture of whiskey and cigar, made my nipples harden, daddies cock exhibiting a similar trait, as it strained against his shorts, something most daughters should ignore, but not this one.'Daddy you need one of these black girls to work on your John Thomas', I whispered back into his ear, as his hand was caressing my bottom.'Sorry darling', he answered back, 'force of habit', then after a short pause, 'been. Assuming she still wasn't putting out (with thin walls, there are no secrets), he'd come home and watch porn on his laptop until about midnight, masturbate, and then go to sleep. But not tonight. Tonight, I would interrupt him. I'd wait for the tell-tale sounds that he was close, then yell at him through the hole before he could finish. It wasn't anything that I hadn't heard before, and I certainly wouldn't have to look. It really seemed almost poetic, in a way, to use the same hole that he had.