“Well, I'm pretty messed up John. I’m almost afraid to tell you, but you’d find out soon anyway, so here goes. Because of what has happened to m...e, I need to be… well, I need to be treated badly in order to feel loved. Does that make any sense to you?"The only way I knew my parents even recognized my existence was when I was being yelled at, slapped, or abused. I don’t remember having a civil conversation with my parents about anything. So when a guy comes along, like you, and treats me like I’m. I knocked on the door to find my mother in law, with 3 of her friends. They had planned to use the place that weekend for a "girls trip". They were all 3 sheets to the wind, and hanging out on the porch in their pajamas. They clearly hadn't expected to see anyone else, certainly not a man 20 years their junior. They greeted me, and after a call to my wife to figure out the mix-up they all had a good laugh at me. It was decided that I could definitely not drive home that night after all those. "Come on, you know you like my fashion shows."We'd done that before, Nicole posing in lingerie for her father? Maybe her real father, but this would be my initiation. I followed her swaying ass down the hall. When I passed through her doorway, she put up a hand. "No, Dad, not here. Wait in your bedroom and I'll come to you." She flashed that smile again, and synapses went off in my brain. Where had I seen that smile before?I went into my bedroom and sat on the mattress. This chat was not going. . I guess. Who likes it more.. you or he?" We BOTH enjoy it" Rhonda replied. "We feel that it's the most intimate act that a couple can do. Well, one of them, anyway."Rhonda stepped closer and slipped her hand into my pants. "Now, if you don't have anymore questions" she said seductively, "Let's get on with OUR time, shall we?" Of course" I replied and she and I kissed."Good" she answered, "Let's make a light dinner then go have some fun."Over the next two hours, we laughed, giggled, made a.