I had access to my daughters anytime I wanted. I saw them all the time and after the divorce, I kept in touch with them nearly daily. I paid child sup...ort but didn't pay any alimony. Brenda got paid well in her job. My kids did not go without. In fact, I probably bought them too much.Anyway, after signing the divorce papers I was really pissed and felt down. I decided to go see this asshole who was responsible for my divorce. I had previously found out where he lived, and found some information. " He said as he extended his hand to Joe. "Joe Munson." Joe said as he returned the handshake. "Mr. Ramos, this is my lovely wife; Gabriella." Mariano extended his hand to Gabriella. She stood briefly and responded by extending her hand. "Pleased to meet you." He said as he kissed her hand.If her husband had not been present, it might have been flattering. The way he did it in front of her husband, left no doubt he would have fucked her on the spot if he could. He made no pretense to hide his. "I don't know why you're mad. I'm the one that should be mad. I can't do that, Katie. You're my sister. It isn't right."All my girls winced and put their hands over their eyes. They were very familiar with the various reasons for sex among family members. They didn't want to see the bloodletting when his sister tore him a new one."Oh, and you've never thought about it before? Don't you dare lie to me; I've seen the way you've looked at me since you were eight years old." Thinking about it and. My husband always had sex with me after his friends had gone, but he was always angry about it.“Remember you are mine, slut! You belong to me, you whore! Letting my friends use you, do you enjoy it?”After, he would leave me in bed and go downstairs again, often not seeing him until Monday morning. But, always after these weekends, he would take me out to dinner on Monday night, professing his love for me. And so, this went on, I was shared with his friends when they visited.When Tommy asked me.