"I could smell the sex coming from me, I was glad I was standing in the open doorway. Today was a little different that usual, most of the time the bo...s and I would just fuck one time, and then Duke would have his turn. I would put whatever I wore over there back on and come home with Bill. However, today for some reason, Jake wanted seconds after Duke fucked me, which never happen before. When he did, well, Peter and Jerry had to do it a second time also, so I was really smelling myself as I. The next day seemed surreal to me, nobody spoke of the night before it seemed like it didn't happen. A few days passed and I wanted to ask my mom about that night. Every time I would try I would feel just to ashamed to even say the words. I decided to write her a letter." Dear mom, it's very hard to say this but I have to tell you. Daddy has been touching me still. He touches my breasts and ass all the time. He even made me drink alcohol so he could touch my vagina. I saw you that night mom why. “They call me the water girl around here,” she joked. “I deliver the lunches and bottles of water to each job site. Each day, we prepare them at the foster care complex as part of one of my classes. Do you see that green sign with the box mounted on it? That is as close as I can go to whatever they are building. Your scary friend that doesn’t talk had them put up at each place. Most of the time, I replace empty water bottles with full ones. That is why I have that nickname. I can only carry. C. didn’t mind since Tony was an only child she liked having me over keeping him company. Growing up next to Tony I got to see a lot of Mrs. C. and let me tell you she aged well. She must be around 42 or 43 years old now. She is not what you call beautiful like a Model but she is very attractive with lots of curves. Mrs. C. is about 5 foot 9 long brown hair, if I had to guess I would think she weighed about 150 pounds. Big beautiful butt and large pendulous breasts. Mrs. C. and Mr. C owned.