I often use to visit her home alone and use to talk and return.She called me one day evening as she was bored at home alone and asked me to come by fo... some chit chat. And she said she was tired that evening. So I made some plan to take a chance. I asked her tiredness and all and agreed to go. While going I made a plan.While talking I just dared to say her that if she won’t mind then I can give her some body massage for relaxation. I expressed this desire to her and she found ok. I was so. Instead of acting contrite or penitent, Lisa just looked at her father as if it was the most natural and normal thing for a man and wife to walk in on such things and said, "Oh, hi, Daddy. Excuse me for not getting up just yet. Dan hasn't fucked my ass yet tonight and I'm starting to really crave it right now. How about it, honey? Want to sodomize me in front of my folks? Then we can talk for a bit, once we've gotten our ashes hauled." Works for me. Damn, your ass is still rather tight, though. And your cock, it was absolutely delicious. Maybe we can do that again some time.”“Yeah about that,” he said with hesitation. I quickly interrupted him.“I’m not here to judge and I’m certainly not going to be the crazy stalker chick you have to worry about. I don’t even live that close by. And you're off to college. We had our fun. I sucked your cock. We go our own way. It's all good.”“Damn. Maybe I should re-think this girlfriend thing. You seem kind of perfect.”“I'm not perfect. I have small. ’ Call me!’ Her total contribution. The flight back to the Midwest is long and tiring. Sleep comes only in fits and starts. Each tiny segment of sleep contains a dream, each one of dad. The loving images from his early youth struggle for a place amid later recriminations, curses, screams and yes, abuse. Beloved images struggle to keep their heads above a sea of alcohol. Raucous, cheerful, gift-filled and joyful Christmases that often turned into screaming matches or actual fights between family.