He could cook like a chef, and he kept the garden like a Chelsea flower show winner. But he was boring.And so was my life.We had sex once a week.In ou... bed.Missionary position every Saturday night.Same position.Same old same old.When I once suggested we try something new in the bedroom,he suggested we leave the light on. Give me patience.And I was sick of listening to my friends brag about their exciting sex lives.Tony apparently tried to have sex with Amanda in every room in their. He could not tell me all the details, other then to say he was going to be with both of them that evening, and that there was some situation they had arranged to allow us to have a last meeting with her on Sunday.I cannot explain the whipsaw of emotions I was having. All this week I had prepared myself to never see Liz again. And to hear as we were headed to the airport, that she was alive still and would be when we got home was an immense relief. I told Jim to find out how and who we had to. “Get up!” he demanded yet again. As she rose to her feet she was shaking all over, not just from the embarrassment of being naked and aroused by his swats, but wanting more from her daddy than just his savage blows to her butt. He reached out to her, his hand turned palm up as he slid it between her legs and cupped her youthful pussy. Her hair was so soft, her skin so warm and by damn, she was wetter than hell. He wasn’t sure he should do what the evil side of his brain was driving him to but. In a moment, Bro-W came back and suggested we move to a room called The Palace. I said okay, left the chat room I was in, found the Palace room he was referring to and went there. A moment later, there he was. (13:02:25) Bro-W–Hi Diana, you made it, great! (13:02:30) Diana–yes, hello (13:02:40) Bro-W–Tell me more about yourself, how old are you? (13:02:50) Diana–38 (If you recall correctly, I am actually 48 but I did not want the chat to end because he might have thought I was too old or.