Part 2: Easy Money

My friend Lisa has told me more about her life with Daddy since I wrote "My Father's Diary: At the Beach."

We haven't gotten back to the beach since I last read my father's diary because it's just too many miles away. So, instead, we've been going to the swim club in my neighborhood. My father doesn't have a pool where we live, so he often comes along with us. He likes to swim for exercise, and plays with my kids in the pool. They really love him. He 's just like them... a kid. I usually just sit in the sun, swim a bit, and read a book under the beach umbrella. I've always loved to apply oil to my body, burn a bit, and then darken to a luscious tan

Dad never fails to bring along his digital camera. He takes pictures of the kids ( I sometimes think they're "token" pictures), and a lot of pictures of me!

"Dad," I asked him, "why do you like to take so many pictures of me?" I'm always a bit embarrassed because today I'm wearing an itsy bitsy black bathing suit that shows an awful lot of my chest and is little more than a thong on the bottom. Fortunately, I have a pretty tight ass. He looks at me through his dark sunglasses, and I know he's really looking at me because I can see his eyes roaming.

"Because," he replies, "you're my daughter?" Not a statement, but a question! So, I let it go. Now I know he writes his darkest thoughts in his diary, and I want to know what he writes about this day. Once in awhile, I like to get away from the kids on a Saturday when my husband is out playing golf. So my Dad gladly agrees to stay with the kids for a couple of hours while I run errands. They get along great!

My Dad gave me the key to his house a long time ago. Just in case something happens.

I know, this makes me a very naughty girl, but since I first read his diary, I can't help but wonder what else he has written about his lustful feelings for me. So, the first errand I ran was to go to his house and open his diary. And as usual, reading his words made me blush.

"We went to the pool a few days ago. Lisa was wearing the sexiest black bathing suit I've ever seen! As usual, I took pictures of the grandkids and her. She sat on the side of the pool for me, with her long tanned legs in the water. AsI framed her for the picture, I felt the rise in my flimsy bathing suit. I am not a young man, but from the time I went on my first date as a teenager to even today, I have not been able to control my erection.

She had to notice it, because I took the picture and retreated to the shaded table. But then she hits me with a question. She asks me why I take so many pictures of her. She knows why. She saw the bulge in my bathing suit. She saw my erection when I was in her kitchen. I was so humiliated I wanted to leave, but she told me to stay.