We walked in and I paid the door fee, the lights were low with smoke flowing around. I was not sure if it was from a bunch of smokers or smoke machine...s, but it certainly contributed to the atmosphere. Black lights were everywhere as well, along with the occasional strobe light and a disco ball. The music was pumping and I felt as though everyone of my nerve endings was on high alert.We looked around and found a small, almost private table towards the back of the room. We were able to see all. The same scene, Dad cumming, Laura cumming, and all the while I was politely "feeling her heartbeat".When they left that night, I said, "Her nipple popped. It was flat, and it stuck out once he started getting hot while she was kissing him. Whatever is going on, she's got some hormones."And Laura said, "That's what I wanted to know," and I answered, "Let me take over. I think I know how to deal with this."When the folks were over the next time, after supper I said, "Mom and Dad, I think I know. Looked me straight in the eye. "Don't you have something to do in thekitchen?" She grated.As I fled, she lowered her lips onto my wife's again.I stayed in the kitchen for about twenty minutes. When I came back tothe dining room, they were chatting about something. I could see tracesof Sara's lipstick on Joan's cheek - and Sara's hair was mussed, and herface was flushed."Ah! There you are Peter. How's about a brandy for Joan?" I'm not a servant," I said, starting to get mad."Peter?" Joan. My body needs raw, hard sex and lots of it. The more sex I get, the more I need."There was a sudden fire in her eyes, like a fever. I groaned, pushing away the glass."Elaine. You see... no, I guess you don't. So let me show you the utter bullshit of your words."I allowed for a short silence, watching her. Then I went on."Darling, I sometimes have this need too, you know. The need to punch a damn client on his fat asshole nose. Or I sometimes have this urge to get out of my car and smash the.