"Daddyyyyyyyyyyy." I wanted to scream, but mom — I couldn't because of mom. I couldn't see anything; he kept me bent back, away. I looked up at the stars in the sky and felt so small in comparison to their vastness. I felt tied into existence and the natural order of things. He was right; this was what I was made for. I felt him slowly apply his thumbnail to the tip of my nipple. Sweet agony. An annoying itch I didn't know how to scratch. God, my pussy. I was so wet, so wet my panties were a mess. I tried humping up against him, but it was no...