Where would I be without her? Melissa has helped me so much in becoming more comfortable as a girl. Hell if it wasn't for her I'd be dr...ssing, well, like a slut. I still dress sexy, I just can't help it, but she at least keeps me under control. And it's not just with fashion that she helps me. She corrects me when I start acting like a guy...I still have a tendency to come in and flop down on the couch with my legs splayed out and stuff like that. She has. I am allergic to most of them.”“Have you ever tried peppermint or lavender oil”?“No, I haven’t.”I kept a bottle of water mixed with peppermint oil in the garage and another in the house to deter flies and mosquitoes and other bugs.I reached for the bottle on the shelf and asked him, “Do you want me to spritz some on you?”“Sure, I’ll try it.”“Cover your face with your hands and I’ll spray there first.”He does and I spritzed his hands and the back and both sides of his head.He shivered, “Brrr,. “No, Daddy. Keep spanking me! I'm such a bad girl!”“Yes! And bad girls get fucked!”Joab suddenly seized my shoulders and threw me down onto the bed. He was on me in a flash, pushing my thighs apart. I gasped as he fumbled at his belt and pushed his jeans down. His cock buried into me, hard and thick.“Daddy needs this,” he groaned, pounding hard. “Be a good girl and love your daddy.”“Yes, yes,” I moaned, hugging him tight. “I love you, Daddy! Keep fucking your bad daughter!”I closed my eyes,. And we all felt a little guilty that we all wanted to continue our newfound “closeness” when it was so crystal clear that it had been horrible, awful, damaging, and destructive.Things got better after we finally got clear of the therapy. Nobody was telling us how damaged we were anymore.Well, most things got better. One of the decisions our parents made after this was that we had to wear clothes in the house. Our days of being nudists were over.One thing that was clear to all of us was that.