We might even play some poker if we were so inclined.I settled in next to the window on the driver's side and figured that I had a reasonably soft and...comfortable seat for this leg of my journey. I had taken off my spurs so that I could prop my feet up on the opposite seat. There was only one other passenger, and he looked reasonable, so I was looking forward to a right joyful trip.That delusion was shaken out of my head as soon as we cleared El Paso. The driver was intent on getting the. Suddenly the clouds gathered and it started drizzling. I rushed up tothe terrace and picked up the clothes.I started hearing some woman voice crying in pain. When i identified it wasfrom Manju’s apartment. I know she would be alone and rushed to my apartment dropped the clothes and knocked at Manju’s apartment door. She opened the door. I could see her eyes bloating with tears and reddish. I asked what happened and she hesitated to tell me. After asking a couple of times she once again started. I was wrong, I watched on my computer monitor as my daughter had her guy lay down on the bed and then she undid his pants. Then I watched my own daughter, daddy's girl, give the guy a blow job! I should have turned it off right then and there and I should have erased the video; I don't know why I didn't. I watched the entire thing, I watched as Becki gave him, what I thought deep down, was an incredible blow job. I found myself starting to wonder if my daughter would let him cum in her mouth. I think I was realizing that my so called "special connection" was all in my head. When I typed my intention to sign off, Ayla typed, "Please don't leave!"Surprised, I responded, "OK."Shortly after that, I think the Australian soon got the message, and left the chat room. Ayla and I talked for another hour or more. Like me, she was in a very unhappy marriage, and was desperate for any type of companionship. I learned among other things, that her name was Jean, she lived in Virginia, she was 32.