A man's room. The only wierd thing was the bed, which was red and white. The urge to piss suddenly overcame him. Derrick rose up and rushed to an adjo...ning door, which he correctly assumed was the bathroom. Only when he had finished dressing up did he notice that he was wearing robe. It was silky, knee-length and red. HE felt extremely self conscious and was about to look for a way out when the door abruptly swung open. In walked four men. Three of them were tall, none as tall as Derrick, but. Perhaps she had wanted me to?Sure enough, Diana knocks on my door the same time the next day. “You busy, dad?” she asks, although she steps right in before I can answer.“Not really,” I say, moving the folder I am holding into a drawer.This time I touch her hair as she sucks, letting the honey-colored locks lightly drift through my fingers. That makes her glance at me, but she swiftly closes her eyes again. I move my hand to her shoulder, making sure I’m at least caressing her a little all the. I smiled to myself in the dark, and then began to cry.As the tears dampened my cheeks, other dampness appeared between my thighs. As my rear end slid down the bed, my nightgown stayed where it was, exposing my lower half under the sheet. My legs fell open wantonly. My hand, the only tool available within my arm's reach, found its way to the seat of pleasure. Two fingers slid inside my wet vagina, my thumb idly flicking and caressing my aroused, anxious clitoris. I was still tired enough so that. . I’m really afraid that last night was just a symptom of something deeper, some need that we’re not meeting in each other that’s vitally necessary and important. And it we don’t try to find it, it’ll be lost, and we might be lost as well without it.? ?And how do you suggest we find this supposed need?? Now for the crux of it. She had gotten this far. Could she get over the hump? ?I think that we start with the most obvious symptom.? ?What do you mean?? She.