He replied, “I’m a lot happier too.”“I can tell. I guess that I’ve never known the real Jack McCullum,” Lisa said watching her father.Puzz...ed by the comment, he took a seat at the table and a sip of his milk while trying to figure out how to answer. The delay in responding to her comment made Lisa wonder if she had said something wrong. There were times when her insecurities still rose up and nagged at her.Unaware of the little twinge of doubt that ate at Lisa, he answered, “There isn’t that. Those eyes and the manner in which he addressed you, she recalled. Yes mam, no sir, or whatever the matter was he spoke to you with a great amount of respect. Yes Robert, you certainly always did she went on to tell herself. “Marilyn, please send him in, will you? Thank you” she told the secretary. He opened the door. Her eyes spanned his still massive athletic tall frame. She smiled as he swayed in a natural manner towards the chair in front of her long desk. He smiled back at her, saying “Hi. He pulled her hair harder bending her head back further straining her neck, “Are you a dirty cumslut?” She softly spoke without biting down, “Yes Sir, I’m a dirty cumslut.” Keeping her neck in a locked position, controlling her movement, along with his raw power, made her clit tighten and contract, roaring and begging for physical release. The pungent smell of sex, drifting up to her nostrils cranked it up another notch and she unleashed her inner whore, behaving in a fevered frenzy of lust.. We emailed and called constantly. We alternated years, she visited me on odd numbered years and on even numbered years I was there with her. Until she was 12, Victoria traveled with me. We saw the cities of Europe with Nicole and her son Henri. Then Victoria did not want to go anymore. She had joined some silly adventure club Kent had started. Something to do with being out in the cold, dark, wet woods, I think.Kent wanted more children. I did not. After dinner one night he asked if we could do.