...from that day on, I kept hoping my father would leave the bathroom door open again while he showered, so I could see that huge cock of his—all the while masturbating and imagining what it would be like to have it, in its entirety, inside my mouth. I couldn’t have sex with him, and I didn’t even really know what that entailed yet... After all, I was only 13—until I came up with a plan.

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