Green binders full of men's written profiles lined the other two sides of the room. Dan knew that his own written profile was in one of those green b...nders. As a professional writer, he had written and rewritten his profile several times. Until he felt it captured the essence of who he really is. He sat at one of the dozen tables in the center of the room and opened a red binder. He wasn’t really focused on the binder. His mind kept wandering. He thought about the seminar he had only recently. ‘She wanted her birthday alone with Daddy last night and equal time with Mommy this afternoon – tomorrow we’ll both have her, Shauna’s eighteenth birthday has been almost as much fun for us as it has been for her.’ John and I nearly gasped. This man was talking about fucking his own daughter? Both he and his wife? Finding out our daughter had absolutely no qualms about incest was yet another shock. Just who was this girl that was living under our roof? She sure as hell wasn’t the Valencia John. . wanting too much sex, it made me feel like you didn’t love me. That’s when I went over to Susie’s and cried on her shoulder. She was such a dear. She listened to everything I said and even when the babies woke up she still consoled me to make me feel better. I don’t know how she does it. I mean she’s only been back from the hospital for a week and the twins are wearing her out. I guess that’s why she called the next day to see if she and Sam could come over and talk with us.”“I remember. ” I did as she said and put the strap on to my body. I then came out and Barbara was already fucking John’s anus. She was calling him all sorts of names, while she was fucking his ass hard. I then stood in front of him, while he sucked on my cock. He was really quite a kinky fuck. “Do you like this John? Are you a dirty boy?” “Francine, he loves to get his ass fucked. When I’m done using his ass, we can switch places and then you can fuck his ass.” I started to move my hips and he was.