Our conversation from the night was mostly about life, goals, ex's, etc... but then we stepped into a weird topic: taboo sex. I don't know if you brou...ght it up, or I did. It was probably me because lately, I've been fascinated watching beautiful women fuck guys with large fake cocks. No, I'm not gay, but it's been swirling around in my head. As our conversation continues, I end up sharing that i've recently watched a few of those videos on xHam. You say "Really?" with great intrigue. Trying not. I often stay naked, wearing just heels, or wear panties and a bra or maybe an open silk robe. I then perform a more customized dance and masturbation show for individual guys in a separate bedroom if they want. Our parties have become the highlight of my week.When I get home from a trip, my routine is to pour a shot of Tequila and take it into my living room. I get undressed, take my wings off my blouse and throw my uniform in a dry cleaning bag and the rest into the laundry room closet that is. This was true as long as it concerned any conflict involving one of Patty's brothers, or any of their children. It was a blood thing, and it was a pervasive trait. Laura Lee was family to Patty, but she wasn't blood family."Kyle's wife is having a baby, Laura. That should make you happy." I wanted to defuse the tension in the room. Laura Lee didn't impress me as a woman who would back down easily. In a way, she reminded me of Mama. Strong willed and stubborn. I had a definite feeling that I. " Then ran off.Alarmed I locked the car and ran in shouting "Chrissie!" I heard a weak voice."Clem?" I followed the sound and found Chrissie on the floor of the breakfast room. She was in a very dishevelled state with tears running down her face and her clothes torn. She seemed to be pushing what remained of her skirt between her legs. The skirt was bloodstained. My first impulse was to go and comfort her, but I knew the signs of rape from seeing so many photos of that heinous crime in court. I.