I knew what I was doing was deeply wrong, yet I remained rooted in place and once I was convinced she was still asleep, began gently caressing her onc... more. My mind went back to the kisses I had just planted on her belly, and I was struck by the thought of kissing my daughter's special place for the first time. I scooted over until my face was directly above her pussy, and I stared at the wonderful covered crotch before me. I then moved my nose directly to the lavender fabric, and took a long. I hate this feeling. I always think I am going to choke. My father slapped at her breasts, sometimes on the side, on top- right on her nipples, and from the bottom, bouncing them about.My Grandpa started to pull on one my nipples, twisting it, pulling it really hard, my puffy tittie going red straight away. The other guy who spoke English asked if he could too. When my Grandpa nodded, he also started to pull on my nipple, both of them were being rough with my titties, each one getting. ‘Yeah? Like when?’ ‘Like when we sat up on the Tower roof, lookin’ at the stars.’ ‘You remember that?’ she cocks her head to the side. ”Course I do.’ For a moment we’re blinded by the light of my Zippo as I burn the end of a cigarette. Why does she have to be so damn beautiful? Closing the lighter, I take a long drag. ‘Yeah, well – all I see is blackness and a bouncing cherry.’ I hold the cigarette in my mouth as I find the foil from my pack and an old first aid needle. ‘…what are you. You held your phone in hand but angled it so that it wasn't blatantly obvious you were recording anything. A bell chimed as the door opened.To your surprise (and mild disappointment) the foyer actually looked pretty... Normal. Not extravagant or nice, mind you, instead it was just shockingly regular for an average motel lobby. The beige walls had occasional paintings of abstract art that were surprisingly well done. Spotting the edges of the room were chairs, coffee tables, and a few potted.