Frowning, she went through her apartment, and found the window crackedthat had been locked. Okay, score one for this guy's daring. Sheclosed, and lock...d the window, although it had apparently done littlegood, not even considering he might have left prints. He wasn't thatsloppy judging from the files the fed had finally given him.She walked around the apartment, checking everything, but found nothingout of place, or obvious that might indicate a threat.Nothing but the box of roses. Or so she. He walked up behind her and shoved two fingers into what I now realized was a very wet pussy."Are you ready for me little girl?" Yes daddy, I'm ready." What do you want me to do to you?" I want you to fuck me daddy." How?" With your big fat cock. I want your cock in my pussy daddy."I was amazed, not so much as to what was happening but because foul language was never allowed in our home and here was my mother and father talking like sailors in a bar. I stood there and watched as my father sunk. Oh well, I might have been nervous about the thought of living away from home, but to tell you the truth I was also very excited. As I got to the top of the stairs and put the box I was carrying down in what would be our new living room, I decided I’d worked hard enough to earn a little break. I went and grabbed a beer out of the fridge, which we had thankfully moved in at the start of the day, and took a seat on one of the more sturdy looking boxes. Rubbing the back of my sore neck, I took a. He was a High School boy, I a little waif of an 11-year-old girl with pretty long, to middle of my back blonde hair with a hint of brown, blue eyes, very light skin, about 4 foot 8 or 9 inches tall, 80 pounds, and we were hanging out and I was just flattered that he wanted me around. That day he was wearing aviator glasses as he always did, a white muscle shirt and jeans. He asked me if I wanted to swim at his pool and no one else was home at the time. I raced home and put on my bathing suit.