I wasn't daddy's girl and he wasn't a doting father. He drank a lot. He definitely liked his drink and he got silly when he drank. Don't get the wrong...impression. He wasn't a bad person. He was an ordinary, average-looking, average-built man in his mid-40s. He was just dad. And I was just his daughter. We didn't mean to step over any boundaries. We just did. It began innocently enough. It was September and I was going to the local college, taking afternoon classes. Dad had his own construction. Then I pulled my knees upward and spread my legs. My hand went down between my legs. I could feel the heat and moistness coming from my pussy. I pressed my middle finger hard, pushing my panties and sweatpants into my pussy lips. "He'd love the smell of these panties right now, wouldn't he?" I thought to myself. "Oh shit!" Did I just say that? I did. I thought it and I wanted it. I pushed my hand down my sweats and grabbed my panties and pulled them hard, giving myself a pussy wedgie. I reached. " Do you know why this happened, I mean, what was the motive?" Oh, it was a gay-bashing. I'm not gay, but they assumed I was, because I'm a figure skater."Dr. Abrams realized something. "Oh, you and Sophia are those ice dancers!" Right." Did what happened to you make you more empathetic to women who have this happen to them?" I already was," Warren told her, "for a very personal reason." I was a survivor of both rape and boyfriend abuse when Warren met me. In fact, it was still going on,. I had talked to other guys that had similar luck with her. I never told them that we were a couple I just let them ramble. One of the guys told me he had her braw off and she told him she was thinking about putting out for him… maybe on the next date. She never told me that! Finally we had a night off from work. We went to a Christmas gathering at my sisters house and had a couple of drinks. We went back to her house and sat on the couch with her parents sleeping in the next room. We kissed and.