Chapter 7

One day my mother worked overtime at the unit, and the old man tutored me. He probably thought it was an opportunity. He was very excited and his hands were shaking. After a few strokes, he couldn't help it. He sat down and stood side by side with me, then reached out and hugged me over and played with my breasts. I tried to accept his slut as usual, but it didn't work. He began to overdo it and reached his hand into the clothes to touch my breasts. I was a little disgusted, so I stopped and didn't say anything. He thought he could still play. He reached his hand to my lower body, and I began to resist.

He ignored me and picked me up and walked towards the bed. I struggled to break free, slapped him hard, and said to him: Dad, that was the first time I called him dad, I took a breath, Dad, I hope my mom has a loving husband, I hope I have a kind father, I don’t want you to destroy all this again, okay?

The old man was very ashamed. He was obedient for many days and didn't touch me during tutoring. I was a little uncomfortable

I found an opportunity to put my breasts tightly on his arm, and wipe them secretly, and I felt more enjoyable than he would be tonight.

The old man is extremely smart. He quickly understood my bottom line. The window paper of the father and daughter cannot be broken. If you want to play, you must play seriously.

So he began to feel at ease and bold again, playing with my youth under my mother's eyes as if nothing had happened.