"Are you sure you want to hear that?" I ask her and she looks at me and nods. I sight as I start."I was trying to forget all about it, but if you rea...lly want to know, well then okay," I say as I look in the distance and try to avoid looking at her. "It was on a holiday four years ago. I was staying in a hotel with a group I did not know before met at the airport when we left and we were doing day trips to some places in the area, just some sightseeing. Otherwise, we just stayed at the pool. Sex was vanilla again. Boring. Mechanical. No love was involved. Just two animals getting it on to satisfy their respective instincts. Nowhere was love involved in the bedroom. We still loved each other personally, and decided to stay together as a couple and personal friends. But there was no love between the sheets. Pure fucking, no love making.Of course, even though our situation had deteriorated drastically, I continued my favorite pastime. It?s all I had. Hookers were too. I feel ashamed describing my daughter; but until a couple of hours ago, I never saw her as a sexual creature. To me she was still my baby girl; the apple of my eye, the sweet little girl that had me wrapped around her little finger… and now, now I’m debating in my head weather I can ever see her in that light again… Can I control myself..? I feel the sickening need to make love to my daughter… To feel her warm skin against mine, to savor her breath, to delight myself in her juices, and even get. In porn I guess I agree. But to have one in front of you, to touch it, feel it react- it's a bigger turn-on to me than muscles or money. I let him lead me up off the couch. Gravity pulled gobs of liquid down the inside of my shaky legs. My thighs slid instead of chafing as I walked. I didn't care. My eyes couldn't stop following his big brown cock.He sat down. His dick stuck straight up like a pole. I stood for a second transfixed. Steve waited patiently for a minute. Oh. That's MINE.I climbed.