Iknew deep down that my father loved me. I also knew that I loved him toothough I guess I never really knew him. I wasn't sure if that was my faultor ...is. Perhaps the blame lay somewhere in the middle.At last Kim returned to our table with a big smile on her face. Icynically figured it must be near the end of her shift. "Can I get you twoladies anything else?" she asked. I told her I'd like a cup of coffee. Momseeing the look of frustration on Kim's face told her that she'd like acup too. I was. . I absolutely love it. I mean, God! How do I describe it for you? Ok I think I've got it. You know how you love the feel of the towels when the just come out of the dryer. How they envelope your body in that comfortable sensational warmth?" He nodded and I knew he was wondering where in the hell I was going with this so I continued on. "That's much like what it feels whenyou've got fifty or so men cumming onto your body. The warmth from their spunk does the same thing for me. And just like the. That's different than pleasant things that can be in a swing club. I'd want to be seductive enough for people to pay for me, or for the girls with whom I'm teamed -- I don't need tips. I'd like to make it with whores, and maybe with whoremongers, as well as with customers. I want Victor to see me as someone that's absolutely accepting of sex. I want to see myself as one who can switch off the nuns saying 'don't do that'"."Everything Vanessa said works for me, Molly Anne. Sure, I'd enjoy having. I know you love it when I share with you. ‘G’morning, baby,’ you whispered into my mouth. ‘G’morning, baby’ I whispered back into your mouth, giggling. ‘Happy Mother’s Day.’ You started to nibble on the side of my neck and my earlobe. Your breathe tickled the inside of my ear, giving me goose bumps. ‘Today I am going to make you feel appreciated.’ You start to caress the back of my neck and give sexy little bites to my neck. ‘You are going to have to lay back and let me take care of you for.