Her ass rose up further into his hands as she whimpered when he traced the crack. The light touch made far too many tingling sensations rush through her. She was glad she put his hands there, as the way he dealt with her ass was becoming her second favorite sensation he'd taught her that day. Second after the tonguing she'd learnt just now. Third would have been the way his lips felt around her nipple... She moaned just at the memory she had.<br/><br/>She laughed so much until she choked on her own spit when he said what he did. She cough and caught her breath before she was able to hear him go on to explain himself. She frowned and lowered her head to rest on his shoulder when he was finished, as she tried to think of why two years could be significant in the life of her father. She felt like there was something she could remember, but could not at the same time. There was something there just beyond her reach, in her memories.<br/><br/>She wanted to ask for him to tell her more, but he'd said it was all she was going to tell her. She didn't want to push it with the way he looked now.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry..." She said, as she felt again, that she had reason to apologize then. Not just because of her father, but because she felt she could have...<em>should</em>have... done something to stop what her was doing long ago... Even if she was weak and godforsaken...<br/><br/>She started to tear up then, as she grew more frustrated by what she<em>could not</em>remember. As she started to wonder if it was something she really<em>wanted</em>to remember with how upset it was making her just by<em>trying</em>to think of it.<br/><br/>She sniffled and wrapped both arms up around his neck as she bury her head against him in want to feel all right again. "I'm so sorry." She said then, not knowing whether she was saying it to herself or to him. She forced herself to start kissing at him again, along his neck. As showing him affection made her feel better than anything else. The only other thing that made her feel better was being angry at her father, she found. But she didn't want to think of him<em>at all</em>anymore. So she clung to the only other thing she had.