I want to shoot my load as Jenny reaches her orgasm in the movie. Suddenly I hear a scream from behind me “DADDY!” “RICK!” “What the hell, R...ck?” my wife yelled.“Oh fuck, I’m caught!” “And by my daughter and my wife!!” I think.I quickly rolled over onto my stomach and looked up at them. I had been so engrossed in the movie that I had not heard them come in. My head was spinning, what the hell am I going to do now. My daughter, my baby, my 18 year old college k**, catching me jacking off!! I am. “There is a pack of crackers over there.” I brought the crackers. “When I stick my tongue out, you give me a cracker, OK?” “OK.” She propped her elbows on the table and cast a scornful glance at her immobilized arms. I glanced at them too. It was obvious that under the plaster were hidden nicely shaped feminine muscles. The fingertips of her left hand were twitching spasmodically. “It hurts?” “What?” She flinched and looked at me with uncomprehending eyes. “Do your arms hurt?” “No.. Our neighbor to the north has over seven thousand acres."I settled in quicker than I thought. Gene didn't exactly rent out any of the four cabins he had in a shaded grove of large cottonwoods, but it seemed like he always had company. My job was to be a wrangler for them, keep the horses they would ride, and go with them whenever needed, especially if they had kids.I'd always hunted with my dad and my uncle wanted me to help out on that also. Sometimes he would go and other times I'd take them. "Did it ever occur to you that I wanted her depressed?" A depressed dancer is bad for business, the same for a depressed whore.Her performance was slumping. I need her at least faking happiness andshe wasn't able to even do that." Which is all good news from my standpoint." Yeah, but not from mine." We both know that my interests trumps yours Anthony." Well, it would be nice if you kept me in the loop as to what the hellis going on. How was I to know that you wanted her depressed andsuicidal?.