Leaning over to lift me up, so she could tend to a skinned knee. Her face a study in concentration, as she wiped away the blood and my tears.My mother...... again.I was older, but still of indeterminate age. Her face flashed into my mind. She was dressed for an outing, waiting at the front door for my father to pick her up and take her out. There was a tendril of memory, floating at the back of my mind, of a babysitter and my unhappiness at having this particular sitter stay with me.The still. *phone conversation*M- hello shaaluS-kaunM- me tumhe jaanta hun or tum bhi mujhe jaanti ho.tum jin ghar me kaam karne jaati ho main usi mese kisi ghar me rehta hn.S- me to 5 gharo me jati hn. Tum sach sach batao kaun ho or kya chahte hoM- shalu mujhe tum bhut acchi lagati ho or me tumse dosti karna chahta hn.S- tum manish ho na.M-tumko kaise pta chalaS-jis tarah se tum mujhe dekhte ho daily mujhe pata tha tum mujhe pasand karte ho or meine isilie apna number tumhare ghar pe dia tha taki tum. We'll have plenty of money by the end of the month. And we'll probably be rich by the end of the year. Our luck will change." Yes, well, you're just a child. You can afford to believe in good luck and magic. But I'm an adult, and I have to face facts." Just you wait, daddy. You'll see that I'm right." Then Sally said: "Now before I go and exercise the dogs, let me give you something real nice to cheer you up."Sally swung her father's chair around. Then she fell to her knees between his legs.. She began to rock her pelvis to the thrusting of my fingers and she whispered to me “that feels so good, please fuck me now…i beg of you. I kept fingering her and a minute later, she was arching her back and gasping as her pussy exploded. When her orgasm ceased, she was tearing my clothes off. I was naked in a flash. I pushed her to her back and climbed over her. She spread her legs and her pussy looked so inviting. I slowly lowered myself to her and rubbed her clit with my now oozing cock..