It helped; it made me feel as high as a kite once more. I pushed the bad thoughts and negative emotions to the pit of my stomach and buried them. Mala...har was right; there would be time for guilt and grief later. That was the luxury of surviving. You could wallow in misery at your convenience. Now was the time to celebrate, so I let the victorious part of what I was feeling wash over me, swamping me with renewed exhilaration, determined to feel only positive emotions for the rest of the night.I. That way, they will be relaxed and not uncomfortable. Then Mommy said she’ll show me what I have to do to her.I walk over in front of my father’s chair. He has pulled his pants and underwear all the way off. I kneel down in front of him, my little boobies resting on top of his legs. I take his stiff penie in my hand and stroke it up and down like he did to himself. It seems to get even harder as my hand moves up and down. I lean forward and take the head of it into my mouth. I suck it. She was riding a big brown dick which I could clearly see was all juice covered when she rose up off of it and slammed back down. I backed off quietly and sat down on the couch. My crotch swelled and I groped myself in my pants as I heard the sounds of her orgasm followed by male grunts.When she sashayed out on the way to the bathroom and glanced at me, she gave a little shriek and turned to the big guy right behind her. “You better get out of here quick. That’s my husband.” He didn’t waste any. I just dropped it and got out of there feeling humiliated and wanting to move straight out.I went back into my room and tried to fall asleep and blur it out my mind as i knew money was so tight, i would never be able to afford a place of my own. A few hours later, around 2am in the morning, i heard a loud bang as my dad had fallen through the door on his way home from the pub. I could hear him struggling to get up the stairs so i thought it was best to get up and go help him. I was only wearing.