The next weekend after the party, my friend Charles who also went to the wedding party told us a funny story.Charles, ever since a k**, was never the ...outgoing type.He is “Mr nice guy” who would never say NO, always helped out when help was needed, a very honest guy.But, he was shy and wouldn’t talk to girls, went home before the next day, very school smart (I think he got a 1590 on his SATs)Living in LA, he always got taken advantage of.Anyway, after the reception, we all decided to hit a strip. You seduced me yesterday." I..." And when you fall for some guy he won't stand a chance." I did not seduce you yesterday!" Yes, you did. We could have gone on with our friendship and that would have been that. But, you appealed to my emotions and, I must admit, my lust. I had to help you out one way or another and because I found you attractive, very attractive, and thought it OK I used sex as an antidote." That's a foul thing to say. You're just saying that because I was miserable you took. I will remember that first day as the day I first saw you as a woman.I was taller than you, it seemed you shrunk. I asked you where Eugene was and at first you did not know who I was, then you recognized me. You smiled at me. At me, and I saw your blue eyes and full pink lips. I saw that you had hips and breasts and they were arranged so nicely for viewing. As was the costume of the day, you wore hip hugger jeans and a light blouse and of course no bra in rebellion of men's treament of women. I. Or Melinda only thought it was troubled. Look at her. Look how she moved. She was getting off on her own daughter being made into a sex slave.Jo's hands dropped from Melinda's breasts and slid over her hips. Melinda squirmed in her aunt's grip as if in silent bid to have Jo touch her aching pussy.Perhaps she really did want to be touched. She had sensed the growing pool of energy just before going to bed the night before, her pussy still aching from how much the strap-on had been rammed into.