I kept walking down the very dark street as my phone buzzed in my purse. Digging around I finally found it. It was a text from the delivery company sa...ing my package arrived! Finally one good piece of news. I hurried home ignoring the usual group of older men that always waited for me to walk by. They would whistle and tell me I should work for them and that they would pay much better than a wing joint. They eyed up my round ass and thick, toned thighs. My round curves and thin waist as a pair. .. Well, I'd read a line once (he'dread, he is not telling Jean-Pierre, with that flush and pounding heartthat comes when the writer's gotten just a bit too close for comfort,reading once, and again, and again) I read this line a long, time agothat when boys wrap themselves in satin or a robe, when we squint atthe mirror and pretend, it's simply that we yearn to touch the femininein all of us, to find in that way the balance that all men, all womenfind. A little bit from column A, a little more. . hmm... hmm..." Each "hmm" was in response to each thrust of her father's tongue into her hot juicy cunt.Unknown to Aisha, her father was delighted by the wild sexual response of his young daughter. He had been longing to do this to his daughter for so long. At last he had found a way. His plan was working out nicely."There's more to come, Aisha, much more," he told himself. The way her body was responding, he was sure that she must possess her mother's uncontrollable urge for sex!"Hmm.... But after another of the sisters told me the same thing, I began believing I might be. By virtue of group showers, I appreciated what they said as true at least in my circle of awareness.Before school was out during the spring of 1953 the weather turned quite warm. Practice was after school which I had ridden the bus to get to in the mornings. But the busses left when school ended and those of us who didn’t have cars or parents to pick us up hitch-hiked home. I lived six miles from school..