So, I spent most of the day yesterday shoveling mud into a wheelbarrow and pushing it through the forest to a nearby ravine where I dumped it and went...back for more. I’ll do it again today. I’m trying to get it while it’s still mud, before it bakes in the sun and hardens so that I have to chip it apart with a pickaxe and haul it away in pieces. It’s not supposed to be like this on the island. There isn’t supposed to be rain or mud or heavy manual labor. But yesterday it felt almost good to have. She must have changed the light bulbs and when I looked around I saw she had prepared the room for a cozy night on the couch. There were several candles set ready, a mount of large plush pillows on the couch, two glasses and a nice bottle of red wine on the table. Hmm, I started to get an idea where this was leading. So, II kicked off my shoes, removed my tie after which I pulled the curtains, lit the candles, and poured us two glasses of wine. After I quickly freshened up, I put on some. "Suck me Daddy!" It was becoming obvious that a part of her excitement came from the taboo aspect of our situation. I liked it too and had no problem going along with her requests. A breeze blew through and we moved back into the water. She sat on my lap and we kissed like teenagers on a date. My hands began to caress her body and slowly I shifted her to where I wanted her. I laid her back, spread her legs, and held her pussy in front of a jet. Her body twitched at the sensations and she. Lori stopped smacking Mandy’s butt and giggling long enough to feign shock that her brother George was ever right about anything.“If I call my daughter Fart Face in public people will not understand she is in training and thinks I am the bad one and not her. I wanted to give her a taste of her own medicine by giving her a nickname that would make her feel like she makes feel others,” mom admitted.“You mean like Jelly-Belly Shelly or Loud Mouth, Lori?” Lori admitted. Don’t get me started on that.