. Or, maybe I really am a sick person and simply couldn’t resist the urge to touch the exposed, swollen, wet, shimmering, pink slit. Whatever it w...s that made me do it, well, what’s done is done. My fingers were still wet from licking the musky mixture of body fluids from them, so when the tip of my index-finger made contact with the distended, almost-mucoid tissue, it glided easily along the engorged surface. Even with the least-possible amount of my skin touching her, I could easily feel. All the lights were green, so it was only a matter of getting the dish pointed to where we had erected the receiver at my home. It was behind a window in the Adults' House, in a box covered in thin gauze so no one could see what it was. I used a neighbor's phone to call Dad's cellphone then hung up after one trill to alert them to the start of the sound check.I did my best to aim the dish at the right window of our house, that being somewhat tricky as the roof blocked my vision. I had to place. She looked at the photos that lined what little wall space there was – ones of her when she was younger, the only photo ever taken of her and her mother, pictures of her and her dad. Remains of a childhood that she could barely remember. Eve walked over to the small bedroom and crawled into the bed. She didn’t want to deal with this. It was just too much for her to handle. Every memory she had of her and her father together replayed in her mind – taunting her of a future that could never be. "Look ," he said," look over there"I followed his gaze and saw the two grown ups on a sofa. They were bothfully clothed but had undone their flies and were slowly wanking themselvesas they watched us." Have you sucked your Dad's?" I asked "Yeah, it's really good - he likesto come over me"He lay back, his arms behind his head, and he looked like the mostvoluptuous young whore I had ever seen. I wanted to fuck him every whichway, suck that arrogant cock of every inch of its spunk. I lay over him.