We discussed everything but our ages. Maybe, we were both afraid to face it if the difference was great.The time came to meet in person. We decided to...meet in a quiet park. I couldn’t bare watchful eyes of the public witnessing my initial response to him. I felt it would be intense. I was right.As soon as I saw him walking towards me, I sucked in my lower lip and looked at the ground. My feet shifted uncomfortably. Even when he was right in front of me, I couldn’t raise my eyes to look at him.. He started kissing the back of my neck and my head was spinning with pleasure, I opened my legs a little wider for the men to have easier access. I could hear Tom begging for them to stop.I wanted Tom to believe that I did not want this to happen to me so I wiggled and acted like I was trying to break away from them. It was a short-lived act, I knew I was going to be raped and I knew that all these men were about to fuck me. I figured I had two choices. I could fight them and get hurt, maybe. I will no longer acknowledge you. You will no longer exist to me.It’s your choice.?It’s my choice. Step blindly into sexually driven submissive oblivion or return to lonely fantasy-filled self abuse. I had to consciously slow my breathing. I was becoming dizzy, the world spun in excited anticipation. My cock was outrageously stiff. I desperately wanted to touch my hard cock, but I just couldn’t. If I were to cum now I would run out the door in panic. That acknowledgement made the present choice. " I said. With that I quickly turned red and walked shamely back to my room. I sat on my bed thinking of how horrible of a father I was for being a peeping tom to my own daughter. About an hour or so later, Angela knocked on my door. "come in" I said. She walked in in her pajamas and told me Stacy had to run home because her dad just got back from his tour in Iraq. I asked Stacy, "Did any of it have to do with me seeing you two?" Stacy Replied, "No not really, she actually was turned on by it.".