As I tossed and turned in my bed, trying to get comfortable, the memory kept assaulting me every time I shoved it away. When I had first experienced it, I was awestruck by what I saw. But as the years ticked by and I got older, that memory had started having a different effect on me. More than just "awe" and despite my father's obvious hatred toward me, I slowly became obsessed by what I had seen. Especially his p***s. It was somewhere during these years where I discovered how to masturbate. At that time, my fantasies took on a whole new level when I conjured up visions of touching my father's p***s. I wondered what it would be like if I gave him the same kind of pleasure I experienced when I touched my own genitals.
And then came my experience last year. When I lost my virginity. Up unti
