This circus house definitely had a physical form. Insanity was one word for it was it slid its way past the pathway behind her gibbering to itself in ... dozen different tongues. She spun around staring now seeing her way out. She walked cautiously towards the pathway.“Hello? Is… Is there anyone there? Dahlia? Izzy?” she was clinging to any hope, right now farfetched hope was better than none. She had to hold to something. She walked into the next room to see a room dimly lit by neon greens,. There was now a walk-in closet in the bedroom that went the length of the wall, three dressers, and a king-sized bed. The bathroom that used to be Denise and Ann's was much bigger. The shower was huge, and a vanity with three sinks had been installed."Since your mother informed me that you were only using one room anyway", dad said, "I figured it should be bigger. Happy birthday."We were all speechless, and it took a while before we could even thank them. We hugged them until we could talk.. "Then Katie did something that I would have never predicted, nor would have seen coming.She reached around her back, untied her bikini top, and dropped it on the ledge of the hot tub.I stood there, on the ledge, staring at her large boobs, protruding above the water, her hard round nipples sticking straight out, and the pinkness of her teenage boobs showing in the light.My mouth wide open, I could not stop staring at those amazing fucking boobs.And then, staring at Marissa, I was shocked when. At times, there was blood in my semen … from all the pounding on that area, I guess. Depending on her mood, instead of having me masturbate in the sink, my wife would tell me to bend over and hold a kleenex under my penis while she inserted one of those prostate-dildos inside me (at least she lubed it :-) ). It didn’t matter if I told her there might be something in the “chute” or not. Her response to that or any other comment I made about “bodily functions” was “It’s OK. That’s natural. .