I was sat on my sofa in jogging bottoms (no underwear) and t shirt looking out of the window noon came and went then I saw a car pull up and a guy w...lking up my path so I went to the door I opened the door he called my n=name I said yes then he told me his he entered my house he was at the back of me I was thinking if he pulls my joggers down he will get a nice surprise but he didn't we had a cuppa and chatted for ages he asked me if I had met many guys on the site I said you are the first I. I really am sorry.”I was shocked. I couldn’t believe that my biggest tormentor had reached out and apologised. I briefly took his hand, mumbled some acceptance of his apology, and quickly continued walking to my beat-up old Ford Fiesta. I climbed in and was about to drive off when Jameel sped past in a sparkling new Porsche.Over the next few weeks, we chatted most days at the gym. Conversations even became a little flirtatious and I learned he owned a nightclub. Occasionally, I caught him. Looking over her left shoulder she sped up the car and flipped on the turn signal to change lanes again on Park road, the incessant clickity clack clickity clack of the turn indicator somehow seemed louder than before and the rain was coming down harder now as we drove. Cancelling the signal once her lane change was complete Vicki cracked open her window and the smell of fresh air wafted into the cabin of the car. I stared at the rain swept mountains, miles ahead of us and thought of the rainy. “Did he ever fuck your tits?” I nodded. Alex kissed between my breasts.“Yes, my love. My dad loves my tits. And he did all those things. He fondled, licked, sucked and fucked my tits.”“Did he cum between them? Did he cum on them? Did he fuck them and then cum on your mouth?”“Yes, Alex. He did all those things.”“Oh, Gretchen, I’m so in love with you.”“And I with you, Alex. And I’m getting the impression that you’re not upset at all.”She moved down the bed.“Not a tiny bit. Did your father kiss.