But her features were regular and pleasant to look at, and her expressions displayed a certain depth that was totally absent from the blonde's stunnin... face.Neither was she the youngest woman stretched on the crowded, khaki sand. Even excluding the obvious "jailbait" scattered about in giggling little groups, there were at least twenty other attractive women in sight who were certainly junior to her. There was an occasional strand of gray in her golden- brown hair, a hint of crow's feet at the. I knew he wanted me. He didn’t call me, so I figured I’d make him work for his cake. I didn’t want to get any more water on myself, so I pulled out to dry my hand off, with his towel of course, snickering the whole time. “Hey! Get back here! I wasn’t done with you yet!” Daddy yelled from the other side of the curtain. “What? I didn’t hear you Daddy! Tell me once you get out of the shower!” I snidely yelled back at him. This was fun. I went to lay on the big bed in our bedroom just looking. He jumped and yelped softly, startled by Mandy’s unheard entrance. He looked at the TV and noticed he had accidentally left it on one of those provocative model shows where they have to blur something out every five seconds. “Uh. Shit. Nothing.” he spat out stupidly. “No. No. What is this? Its interesting. Its ‘who wants to be an air head?’ right?” she said laughing at her own joke. She sat down next to Scott, who instantly covered his hard cock with a pillow. “See. All those shows are the same. Bell, we both know I won't live a long time. We keep dancing around the truth, but it doesn't make it less true. You four are the only family I've got and will ever have, so please fix it so you all can have equal access to the trust. If that means fancy legal language, please make it so."We'd been working through my financial portfolio for a couple of hours. My thirty-three million shares of the startup rental truck company seemed to be panning out, and I asked Mr. Bell to put a sell order in.