I hurtled towards the edge while the erinyes that stabbed me launched herself into the air.“Angela!” I screamed right as I reached the edge of the...roof.My fingers scrambled for the edge. I gasped as I flew out over the side, the ground far below me. My fingers slipped off the roof and I fell. I reached out for the windowsill beneath me. My fingers grabbed it.“Matar’s cock!” I screamed as I gripped the lip of wood hard. My shoulders ached as I arrested my fall. Pain flared in my joints. My. .. My father buried his face in my neck. I squirmed as his sloppy tongue made circles on my neck. I felt his hands making their way up my blouse. He gently grabbed hold of my breasts and began to play with them. As he did so, he started to slowly grind against me. His motions were making my panties grow moist. I was so hot for him. He stopped caressing my breasts and began to strip me. Once I was finally down to just my bare skin, he bit down on the corner of his lip. The way he looked at me. Yes, he was skilled with his tool to bring her to the big pleasure, and she enjoyed both the rubbing and the shooting of his seed but it was just not the same as her own man.She thought back to the time when she had first looked at the stars over Ku’s shoulder. It was the dark of the moon ceremony when the unattached people flock to the beach in search of their best partner. In their culture one tried many to find the best. Ever since she’d reached her maturity, she indulged in the monthly. Robert was quite a bit older than me, he was some kind of manager working for the city, and felt sure I had him hooked around my little finger. He slowly got more demanding and started to remind me how generous he was, and one night when he was quite loaded he actually told me I was his mistress, his plaything or words to that effect, I just forget the words he used. When we met that night at the pub he started to tear a strip off me for not seeing him the week before, his big mistake. Instead.