Same father, eleven years later and I’m not getting out of bed for something it’d be better that I didn’t go to. He’s not understanding this�...and he’s ripping the posters off of my walls. Fury is being reborn inside me and I’m out of my bed and screaming at him, and he’s slapping me. Inside my heart on this other plane I am sinking further and further into this montage of my past agonies. Sixteen now and on the telephone with a boyfriend, I feel how much I love him and I’m grinning as I pick up. His thumb grazes my clit and I groan. With more of a sense of urgency now he pulls my jeans and panties off me and pushes a finger inside me. I whimper, and pull him in for a kiss, deep and hard. He slips a second finger into me with ease, his thumb still circling my clitoris as his digits push steadily in and out, reducing me to a writhing mess. As he touches me I become aware of the hard bulge in his jeans pressing against my hip. I cup my hand around it and he emits a long, shaky breath,. So anyway, I guess that they agreed that on myback that it didn't make any difference but that it might on my legs soone of them asked me if I could spread my legs so that they could applysome lotion there and I did that. So, one of them was using straightstrokes to apply lotion to the back of my left leg and the other wasusing circular strokes to apply the lotion to the back of my right leg.Anyway, after a minute or so they had their hands down and were applyinglotion to the inside of my. Not too sure if that was a good thing or not. Then I looked at Amanda’s face and saw that she had a smile on her face. Ok I guess this conversation will be a good one. I looked back at Amanda’s dad and simply nodded again. I really didn’t know what to say. He cleared his throat again. “Well Amanda has begged us the last few weeks if she can start doing that without going behind our backs. And after some consideration, as much as I’m against this, I think it is alright that she can start staying.