But being able to tell her story to others will have a therapeutic effect.I kept her negative feelings in check enough for her to get through it. What...if they come back and overwhelm her?She’s got to grieve. It’s appropriate for her to feel the pain. PTSD perpetuates itself by keeping sufferers from dealing directly with the source of their anguish. They keep shying away from thinking about the incident and the issues involved. I’m cautiously optimistic for this girl.“Marsha, I know it hurts to. Which one do I answer first? I answered the one that had a picture of a very attractive and sexy middle aged woman dressed in a black power suit. The caption next to the picture said "It's me, Daddy. Don't you remember me?"I told her to get her useless little ass over to my house after work the next day and maybe, just maybe, I would remember her.I couldn't believe my eyes when I answered the knock on the door. She was amazing."I'm sorry I'm late, Daddy" she said not daring to look up into my. Luckily, Liam was paying attention and he managed to pull her head back up above the water, albeit by her hair. She relaxed her neck so her whole head tilted back and she was able to see him above her. She liked that she could tell just from his panting and the movement of his body that he was still fucking her, though she could hardly forget anyway for the sensation of her bowels being spread by his rock hard shaft.Though one of her eyes was twitching from the pain in her roots, she smiled at. Sue’s face lit up until she held up the tiny bits of material “no way” she exclaimed laughing … Barbie dolls have more material than this.“go on, try it on and I’ll take a couple of pics so you can see what it looks like” I said with puppy dog eyes and a laugh.Sue draped the suit over her naked body with a laugh then mocked up a catwalk show while I snapped away.Even she had to admit that the suit looked awesome on her taking the slight sag out of her boobs and showing off her magnificent bum.