I had previously used the services of a couple escorts, but to me there's a huge differance between escorts and street hookers! Anyways, my first stre...et hooker was just a girl I picked up and we agreed on a price and drove to a side street where I pulled my pants down and put the seat back and just enjoyed her talented mouth working my little member! I came in her mouth and she opened the door and spit it out and I dropped her off where I had picked her up. No big deal I know but thought it was. I loved my wife, I did, but Candy...“Fuck,” I muttered and shoved her panties beneath the sink. I turned on the faucet, washing my seed off. “Why did that fucker Clint have to get on the goddamn television and make me think it was even remotely okay to lust for my daughter?”I dropped the wet panties into the hamper and strode out of the bathroom, feeling guilty and elated all at the same time. I wished I had the courage to do as Clint suggested: to love who I wanted. But my wife would kill me.. And I was wearing her nightgown. Why had I done that? I tried to analyze the situation. After thinking about it, and trying to gain an understanding of what I was feeling, it dawned on me. Because I had just lived her life, I had all of her memories in my head! All of her emotions had run through my heart. All of her sensations had been experienced by *me*. She was a part of me now, inside me. I had lived her life too, and her memories were no different from mine. But there was more too. I. By far the worst was the parasitic infections that drained me of my strength and my will to resist.In six months I was probably raped a hundred times. Trust me there is no such thing as laying back and enjoying it. Rough sex is one thing, real rape is quite another. Real rape is never about sex, it is about power. Who has the power and who doesn't.I remembered it all and I had dreams about it all. The doctor wanted me to see a therapist. We both recognized that I suffered from PTSD. We just.