Was that big for an eleven year old? Hank forced his eyes up to the boy's face."What happened then?" Well, I sneaked up to the door and listened for a...little bit. I knew it was my dad in there, 'cause I recognized his voice, even though he was whispering and breathing kind of hard." What was he saying?"The boy's voice became low and kind of growled as he quoted his father. "'Fuck you, you bitch slut whore; fuck you; fuck your slut ass; oh, yeah, baby, feel that big hard dick sliding in and out. She pulled out some make-up andthings for a young girl's hair. Bows and ribbons and little clip on stuffthat I'm sure meant something to Mother. She started putting all thatstuff in the pink waste paper basket and brought it all to my bathroom.Now I was definitely curious. I walked back to my bathroom behind Motherand when she started putting those things in my bathroom drawers, Istarted asking questions.Mother informed me that one of our neighbor's daughters was going to getmarried, and I knew. Melinda swiftly removed my top, and then my bra. My boobs came bouncing out, glad to be free at last of any restrictions. She gently cupped them both, licking and sucking my nipples alternatively, with the odd nibble now and again for good measure, which felt wonderful. While all this was going on, Bruno had started blowing on my blonde bush, and with the flat of his tongue, lapped up my love juices from the bottom to the top of my very eager pussy, making me squirm in absolute ecstasy at this. Maybe they had sex once, when they had me. Or maybe I'm adopted and they never had sex at all.Something about my dad makes it impossible for me to think he would put up with no sex. I heard my friends talk about him. I saw women glance at him. I even caught him checking out a woman's ass once in a while. I wonder if he ever touches other women. My stomach twitches, and to my horror it's not just disgust at the thought. I catch the look of the older gentleman sitting on a table across the room..