He reached around and began to rub what I would later find out was my clit. Sex My boy couldn’t hear me, but his eyes burned into mine, as I knew he knew what I was doing. I know he had been watching me. We rented the room weekly and as long as dad didn’t loose his current job, we would be ok. I had never felt anything so wonderful. I was moving in and out of the window as daddy pounded in and out of my no longer virgin cunt. I tried to move, but he forced me down and slid the window down until it trapped me. When I looked down, I could see a teenage boy below me looking up. The year was 1964. It was old and stuck at the best of times. Grabbing my ass, he stood up and kicked off his pants, never once letting up on the fucking. I’m sorry, so sorry.” He was babbling and bawling like a baby. When my father’s tongue ran over my pussy, I moaned. I felt what at first I thought was his finger touch my opening.
