Smyth privileged me with a nod of his head to acknowledge my presence, too engrossed with Sandy emerging from the pool to answer my question. Perhaps ...he hadn't heard me?Sandy was attempting to adjust both pieces of her bikini and the bow that held her long hair. Showing frustration, she gave up on the bikini, untied the bow and concentrated on extracting the water from her hair.Smyth, I noticed, was becoming excited. He couldn't take his eyes off of her, but neither could I. While I was sure. I really couldn't blame her. Perhaps she was the one who grew up; who no longer considered a roll in the hay with her dear Uncle Billy as something special or desirable. Maybe just the thought of it made her ill. Oh well, the dirty dishes awaited my attention.As I went about my kitchen duties, I waited for the front door to open any minute, with Jim and his charges marching in and probably looking for a late night snack. Instead I heard a phone ringing. Of course, the phone always rang. I spent an additional hundred thousand buying adjacent lots. Hillsborough County values the whole property at a million and a quarter. Fair market value was estimated at close to five million dollars. The land value alone doubled from the attention.Cloudrest Industries runs the place. Through the company, Lars and I own a maple syrup brand, an apple and cherry orchard, a canning company, a lumber company and a furniture and cabinet company. Tours are five dollars, children under twelve are. .. I don't know what he did, but the back of my hand was on his cock, and I wondered how big the damned thing was, because it was pressing against my hip as well. He leaned in and kissed me again, and I almost shifted my position toput my arm around him. Almost. But I didn't want to move my hand. Well, not that far, anyway. Instead, I bent my wrist just enough that now it was my palm that was against his dick and, if I inched my fingers just enough, I could slip them over his waistband as well..