When I was a little girl, my dad and Uncle Bob would molest me. I don't know how young I was when it begin, but I was probably a toddler. I have vague memories of secluded wooded lanes and motel rooms where we would be naked. I still remember the coppery taste of their cum spewing in my little mouth as I struggled to swallow it all. I still sense the feel of their mouths on my little pussy, their tongues teasing my little clitoris. And I can still feel them rubbing their cock knobs just inside my pussylips until I was full of hot, gooy, cum. Yes, I remember it all and frig myself daily dreaming about those times. It's been over forty years ago now.