Part of my brain of deathly afraid that this whole exercise was going to be a virtual reality tour from hell dreamed up by Dr. Demented, and I was goi...g to look up to see him laughing at my thinking I had escaped.But I figured I had to move sometime, so after a moment I cautiously raised my head.With my eyes having had time to adjust to the night, I could see I was on a gravel roof, with air conditioning vents and hoods scattered around an otherwise featureless surface. I felt a bit of stinging. I knew that my neighbors, Erica and her boyfriend Scott, were having a hard time. After about fifteen minutes the argument subsided and I got back to designing my toys. The next day, after work I was at the store getting some things for dinner when I noticed Erica in line a few people behind me, I said, "Hi," and let those behind me to go ahead so I could talk to her. I noticed that Erica had a nasty black eye, I assume that it was from last night’s fight. I asked, “You okay? That’s a nasty. The other foot still looking along the edge of the tub for leverage, sliding along the smooth, rounded corner of the tub again and again. Her head tilted back as much as the door would allow, but not enough to keep her from staring…At me. Her approaching orgasm forced her to plant her wandering foot on the small drop rug in front of the tub. This newfound anonymity had a peculiar effect on me. As if watching my mother…replacing imagination with reality, wasn’t thrilling enough, the idea that. She cringed and rolled her little ass in circles. I began pushing in the head of the barbie as I rubbed my thumb over her hard clit. " sss push in more daddy" she commanded. And I obeyed. With the doll half way inside of her stretched whole I pick up speed. Faster and faster I smash the doll inside of my little girl. She's moaning ferociously and throwing herself against it. I pull the doll out and shove two fingers inside her. I begin to tickle her G-spot as I watch her beg me to stop. " just.