We awoke with the sun shining brightly covered in drying cum and smelling strongly of sweet sex and wine. Fortunately having a river near and few peop...e to see not that we cared if we were seen we all went for a refreshing swim to wash the sex juices and sour wine away. Totally refreshed and sober and just slightly hungover Ava and Ingrid directed me to their house just outside Cologne and introduced me to their parents Helmut and Uschi Schnittgrundt and younger brother Ernst who seemed happy. Like any other night, my tossing and turning was no different, but this time, I was certain I heard something at the foot of my bed. Feigning sleep, I watched as a figure searched thru my dirty clothes hamper and pulled a pair of soiled panties from it, pressing them to their nose and mouth, smelling my womanhood. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized the figure was my dad. He had his cock out stroking it stiff and hard. He turned to my sisters' bed and slowly moved the blankets off her. So you might have already guessed, I am a horny little pervert.One fine afternoon, glorious sunshine powers down on the street outside as shoppers wander up and down. It's a day for summer dresses, sunglasses and sunhats.I notice you walking into the shop, moving from bright sunshine to the shade and cool of the shop. You get your coffee and sit down at the small round table next to mine. Your arms glisten slightly as the heat of the sun draws out the moisture of your body. As you pull your. He’s blank for a while, staring, and I continue to chew another layer of skin off my lower lip. Finally, he says, ‘Girl, you are damned lucky I don’t throw you out that door. If you were your sisters, or your brother—do you know how many times I threw them out of the house?’ I shrug, typical adolescent defiance. I burn with a hatred for him that my mind can’t even fathom. I long to be thrown out—I want freedom, and escape, I want more, always more than I have, and can’t have it, and I feel.