Well, the more I thought about it, the more turned on I began to get thinking of having the chance to see a father fuck his daughter so I finally told...them I was OK with the deal.We finished breakfast and drove up to The Dellsa and checked into the hotel where I had already reserved a room. I had to admit I was still nervous but also very excited as well. When we got to the room we sat around a bit just chatting and finally Yvonne got up and told us that she didn't know what we were there for. Caldwell only. So I did what I do best I tuned out and followed. ‘Jane.’ His accent caressed my name. ‘Hmmm?’ ‘Were you listening to a thing I’ve said in the last 5 minutes.’ ‘No. Sorry I didn’t know you were talking to me.’ The look he gave would’ve had a lesser woman quivering in her boots and being the lesser but stubborn woman that I am I held his gaze and even glared a little. I was awarded a smirk for my efforts and a look that promised retribution. The private dressing rooms were all. I sped to the nearby dog park with the directions of the butler and saw that the place was humming with activity. Strangely, I didn’t see that many dogs and it looked like the males outnumbered the females by at least a ratio of five to one. I could hear some terrible music playing from one of the car radios and I thought I saw one lady bent over her hatchback entry with her shocking white ass cheeks up high with a line of several gents waiting their turn like shoppers with numbers all orderly. Len would accept their offer to buy his farm. The price was to be only 75% of their offer with certain amendments. The retirement community would build a spacious apartment for his exclusive use. They would agree to provide whatever support services he might need for the rest of his life. They would agree to leave a margin of greenery at least fifty yards in depth between the woods and any structures, parking areas, et cetera. The agents for Laurel Ridge Retirement Communities knew an.