We chose to edit what we shared with Regina, but I could see that she knew what her mother would be doing under such circumstances, and the hurt was a... living thing in her eyes.The next report was far more painful for her. After snorting up far too much cocaine, Madeline Carpenter decided a midnight swim in the fountain at the Bel Aire Hotel, was just the thing to chase away a case of the blues, and was arrested after severely injuring a hotel security guard trying to get her out of the water.. He wasn’t planning to leave for two more weeks and we’d be gone within a week--I hoped.I made it back to town in plenty of time to finish buying the tools on our list and about twenty that weren’t on the list. I never realized just how many different tools Dad had accumulated. Some of them we only used a couple times a year, but when we needed them, we needed them. Other tools we used seasonally and some we used once or twice a month. Where we were going, we wouldn’t have neighbors to borrow. It was pure lust pleasure injected directly into the brain. I loved my daughter so much! So fucking much! I needed her! I needed her body! I needed to fuck her and possess her sexually! Her fingernails began shredding my back and her body arched! Her moans combined into one unending wail. Her vagina clamped down on my cock! I kept up my rhythm, relishing the loud slapping sound we made as our flesh came together over and over again. And my cock swelled even bigger, if that was possible, and. At the moment, it was all about the sensation, something I hadn't felt or enjoyed with another woman for almost a year now, and something I had been missing for far longer than I cared to admit.To be honest, I don't know what might have happened had I continued to just lay there letting her mouth work its magic on me, which it was. The first tingle of knowing release not that far away now, but when she spoke again, the very words she used made me realize I couldn't just lay here and continue on.