” Ruth turned the pages and said, “This is the beginning of Psalm 137, ‘By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, when we remembered...thee, O Zion. As for our harps, we hanged them up upon the trees that are therein. For they that led us away captive, required of us then a song, and melody in our heaviness: Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How shall we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land? If I forget thee O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember. It was him. All it took was for him to call her on the phone and tell her that she had a beautiful ass and how he was sure she had beautiful cunt too, he told her how he wanted to see her cunt. The next day he called her again and told her how much he wanted to fuck her, He told her he would fuck her harder then she had ever been fucked, If only she would meet him. She could not get him out of her head, the way he told her he would fuck her so hard if she would meet him. His words rolled thru. Mujhe laga thandi lag rahi hogi hawa ki wajese,mujhe v mazaa aa raha tha ki aunty ke boobs dabe huye the mere peeth pe aur mera lund tight ho gaya.Kuchh der baad aunty mere right side jaangh pe haath rakh diya.Ek jagah bike thoda mis-balance huya toh aunty ka haath mere lund par aa gaya,par woh kuchh der tak apna haath nhi hatayi.Phir maine unko gharpe chhodke market chala gaya cake laane ko.Cake leke aane ke baad dekha toh aunty ek black colour ki net wali gown pehni hui thi.Packet dekhke. My father caught me masturbating and watching one of his triple-X porno movies. My blue jeans and my panties were down around my ankles, my knees were spread wide open, and my hand was just a blur as I watched a big breasted girl getting fucked by her own father on the television screen. It didn’t matter if the girl was really eighteen years old and that the guy was just some actor, all I could think of was that that was my father and I up there on that screen having sex.Apparently my father.