By then Delia was fucking my father when and where he wanted, my grandfather every Wednesday and any odd young man that took her fancy anytime she wan...ed.My father started work at my grandfather's firm and was slowly working his way to the top. He and mother had little time for my sister or me and I was raised by my nanny who I called aunt Betty. Mother only wanted to see me when she wanted to display me to her friends or when she came home late at night drunk and feeling guilty about. .. if you must you must" he said, smiling back up at her. She leaned down and kissed him softly, then slipped her shades off and just stared into his eyes a moment. "all this sun, I'm feeling awful warm... i think I'll take a swim... Betcha can't catch me!" She said with a giggle, running off into the waves, Mike not far behind her."Ah HA! Gotcha!" he said as he grabbed her and spun her around to face him, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her passionatly. "mmmhh well then, you've gotten. He’d been her first and only until very recently.Then she remembered a neighbor boy she’d played “doctor” with before adolescence. They’d even watch each other pee because the differences were so interesting. Her mom had caught them and raised hell. They were together in school classes a lot so remained friends until graduation but never got serious.She thought it would be fun to see how each other’s bodies had grown. His pecker ought to be a lot bigger and she’d like to hold it again when he. “I love your view,” she remarked as I joined her on the balcony. “So where do you live?” I asked. “Right up there.” Jamie pointed to a third floor apartment, in a building right across from where we stood. I knew the apartment well. Late at night, I’d stare up and wonder who the cute chick was that was always silhouetted in the window. I didn’t dare let on that I was a Peeping Tom or a voyeur of sorts. “You know,” she added, “I have wondered who lived in this apartment.” “Really?” “Yes.”.