"Your money is on the telephone table".She knew there was no way that she would be driving that day; she knew that it was only will power that got her...back to her room. She rang the receptionists requesting another night. Rang the estate agent in the town of her choice, managed to stand up in the shower and then crawl into bed. It was well after five in the evening when she woke, shocked that the entire day had gone and she only remembered a very small part of it. This time she enjoyed the. Not much work was accomplished this day. I have to say I spent most of my working day thinking and of course fantasying. I was really hoping I could some how continue fucking my daughter. But deep down I knew it couldn't continue. It just couldn't.At five minutes to five o'clock my office phone rang. I answered in my best office voice all the time trying to focus on anything other than Candy's sex."Hi Daddy,,,, have you been thinking about me?" Oh, hello Candy. Where are you?" Daddy, I'm parked. Little drops of sweat were covering our faces and bodies . We needed a refreshment , and we needed it quick . I was thinking about a nice and cold ice cream till a friend came onto the idea to go swimming in the large lake not far from here . It was a private property so we needed to watch out that we didn’t get caught cause there was no trespassing or swimming allowed in that Lake . But we wanted to take that risk . Everybody agreed to go swimming cause this would do us all good and cool us. “In any case, he’s a thoroughly nice guy. It certainly makes sense to invite him as a guest and see how we interact.”It was time, though, to ask Joyce, who was presumably still resting from last night, to join us and talk. Well, maybe she wasn’t resting. Jill’s makeup showed Joyce’s touch. Of the people we didn’t expect to move in at once, Joyce was first on the list -- and we definitely assumed she’d establish a studio or office now. Francine was next, kinky as it might be to have a lawyer in.