Originally I was going to write a series of short stories, but now I was working on a whole book about my summer. I could feel the moisture flow betwe...n my legs as I wrote about Brenda and what she had done to me in bed. The moon was half full as it rose above the ocean. Wow, six thousand more words! Some days the words just flow. I shuffled my feet across the cool terrazzo floor to the bedroom and flopped onto my back on the soft mattress. The dim glow of the moon illuminated just my breasts. “That’s a wonderful idea.” Daddy encouraged her as he began to stroke himself a little faster. Pinned between them Jennifer allowed herself to be transfixed by the turgid head of Daddy’s cock has he pumped himself in his fist, her eyes slightly glazed over as Tegan deftly used one hand to pinch and stroke her nipples while the other diddled her, occasionally gathering moisture from her damp hole or catching hints of Jennifer’s flavour on her tongue as she wet her fingers in her mouth before. Together theypush in again opening me up causing me to pant. My vision blurs. By thethird time his fingers are creating a rhythm entering my body. My armsand legs relax and open up allowing him more access. I close my eyes anddrift off into a memory of when Jenni let me finger her in the car backin high school. However, I'm now Jenni letting my boyfriend finger me.What a weird turn of events."Let's go inside," he says pulling his hand from me and opening the doorletting a gust of cold air. "I found this hard to believe as, whilst her Mum hardly looked like one ofthose East German shot-putters in the 1980s she looked stronger than herDad."Not only did he beat her up but he used to beat me and my brother andsister up too. Well back in College my best friend, as you know was Carol. One day I decided to open up to Carol. Her Mum was quite the feminist.Carol said to me that whenever my Dad hit me I should imagine him dressed asme. It used to make me smile and I always wondered what.