Please read parts 1 &2 for context.
The next morning, I woke long before the girls got up, which was usually the case. I set the table for breakfast, and retired to my study to check up on work emails. Although I had taken some time off work, the emails kept coming and needed constant attention to prevent them getting out of control.
I then started to eat my breakfast -- there was no point in waiting for Jen and Julie -- they sometimes came down well after 10am. Eventually they both appeared. I abandoned the emails to pop in and see them -- and particularly to see Julie.
Julie showed no indication that she had spent some time in my bed during the night. The plan for the day was that the girls were going to go with their friends on a lavish picnic. One of them had very wealthy parents who owned a property that was big enough to be a 'stately home'. They were the real green wellies and Range Rover crowd and parties at their house often made it into Town & Country magazine. A river ran through the property, and there was even a servant on hand to organise the food and drinks. This was way above my social class but I was glad that Jen had met a variety of people at university. Contacts she made could be useful when she graduated and started job hunting.
"Dad," Jen said, and from her tone and inflexion I could tell that something was amiss, "there is a bit of a problem. Julie is not feeling well and does not want to go out with us today."
Julie looked up from her breakfast, "Time of the month stomach cramps Mr M. -- I feel a bit lousy," she explained.
"Would it be OK if Julie stays here?" Jen asked, "she has her dissertation to work on, so won't be any bother."
"Sure, no problem," I said, "I have plenty of work to do as well -- you should see the emails sitting in my inbox. But that is a shame for Julie -- it sounds like it would be quite a day."
"I know," said Julie, "but the cramps really make me miserable and I would only bring the mood down for the others."
"Some friend you are, Jen, if you abandon Julie to go off and have fun," I said.
"It's really OK," Julie quickly spoke, "Jen said she would also cancel but I persuaded her to go. It really isn't a problem -- I want her to have fun."
Julie was adamant that Jen went without her so there was no point in me arguing one way or the other. Their friend Richard duly appeared (he and Jen had brought Julie home two nights earlier, if you recall), and Jen departed with him, looking rather guilty that Julie was left behind. Julie and I stood in my driveway to wave them goodbye.
"I am sorry you are not well," I said, "but if you feel better this afternoon I could still take you to the party."
Julie looked at me, smiling broadly.
"Silly Billy," she said, "I feel fine!"
The penny dropped. The little minx had put on an act, obviously she intended to spend the day with me. She had fooled me again -- the first time was when she had pretended to be asleep while I had my wicked way with her, and now both Jen and I had fallen for her guile. I decided to play her at her own game.
"Well, I have lots of work to do; I will get us some lunch at about 1 o'clock."
I turned on my heel and went inside and headed for my study. I heard Julie following behind me, but she deviated and went up the stairs to her room. I wondered if my trick had backfired on me, but decided to test her, and I started replying to emails. Ten minutes later Julie appeared at the door of my study. She had changed, and now wore the tiniest little pair of red hot pants imaginable, that clung to her like they were painted on. Her crotch was tightly confined, and a prominent 'camel toe' was clear to see. She had put on a small and very tight white halter top, and her breasts looked divinely enticing. The bulge of her puffy areolae stood out prominently, peaked with nipples that looked very hard and erect. She was also carrying a fistful of A4 paper.
"Bill, sorry to disturb you. I have an essay to write -- it's 'The impact of international relations on Britain over the last ten years'. I wonder, can you give me some help?"
I decided to push it a bit further.
"I am rather busy, Julie. Could it wait until after lunch?"
"I suppose so," she said, but came closer, and stood my side.
"My goodness, there ARE lots of emails," she said, looking at my computer monitor, "are they all very important?"
"Definitely," I replied, "if I don't get them answered the business could get snowed under."
I work for an insurance company, and what I said was partly true.
"Ooh, Mr Marshall," she said and pointed to one email in particular, "It says 'Nude photos from Olivia', what is that one?"
"Spam," I said, "the filter does not always pick them up."
I consigned it to the trash folder without opening it.
Julie sank to her knees on the carpet beside me.
"Can I just watch a little, I want to see what you do?"
"Ok," I replied, "but you will get very bored."
I opened another email which was from a client asking about their house insurance policy. It was boring for me to read -- so for Julie it must have been deadly. I began typing out a response.
"Ooh, you made a spelling mistake!" she said, and pointed her right hand at the screen. She had to move closer to do so, and to balance herself her left hand came to rest on my thigh.
"So I did; well spotted." I corrected the error. Julie watched in silence as I completed the email. I opened another.
"Don't you think you should take a break?" she asked.
"Julie, I have only answered one email. Quite out of the question."
Her hand moved a little higher up my leg.
"Is there any way I could coax you into taking a break?" she said.
"Absolutely not," I replied.
Her fingers were now reaching for the zipper on my fly; the touch of her hand was already causing a swelling to start in my crotch area.
"That's a shame," she whispered.
I tapped away at the keyboard, pretending to be engrossed in the work, while Julie's fingers slipped into my fly, and started feeling for the opening in my Y-front briefs. She found it and I felt the electric touch of her fingertips on my cock, near its base.
Tap, tap, tap went the keyboard. I had managed an almost complete sentence when Julie crawled partly under my deck, insinuating herself between my legs. She now used both hands, and undid the waist band of my trousers. I kept up the pretence of working.
