I wanted something that would help me deal with all the stress that started tormenting my life lately. Something relaxing. Maybe a book with meditatio... instructions or yoga exercises. So, I started searching the internet. After I had read through the hundredth advertised bestseller for mindfulness and the umpteenth call for self-love, I could no longer bear the misery. My neck hurt and my hands and feet were cold. "A massage," I muttered to myself. "That would actually be it. To stretch out on. I would not budge over cable. We don’t watch that much TV, and the free channels, with 6 different English PBS stations and a local Polish channel are good enough. I was paying the phone bill and noticed that it was over $10 higher than normal. A week ago on the last day of the billing, there is a 40 minute call to Florida. It was on a night I was at Cathy’s, a call to Rita. I only recognized it because I saw Cathy’s cell phone one day when Rita called. This was odd and I was not going to say. As he did so, I pulled the bottom of my halter down, covering my left breast. While covering my left breast with the halter, I noticed two men standing forty feet or so away watching us. They looked to be in their early thirties. They obviously were enjoying the little show Robert and I had just put on. "Robert, those men were watching you feel me up a moment ago. I feel so wicked." I waved at our audience and went into the room. They smiled and waved back. I was discovering that I had a bit. To hear my daddy and her mom have sex was effecting me in a new way, all over my body. Trina had heard them before, but for me…oh my god…this was so sexy, and now with her fingering me for the first time, I was trembling inside in an exciting way I never knew about. I found I too would love to be her mom and having my daddy have sex with me. I had only ever thought about that once before, and quickly stopped thinking about it, being so taboo and all.He warm body against mine was my first time.