Remembering His Friend

My father's friend once had the strongest crush    
On me and told me so - I was quite shocked;      
He pushed his way in, grinned and, then, he locked      
My bedroom door and, slowly, made to brush      
My hair; I still recall that heartbeat rush:      
To realise his need had been long stocked      
And stored away, until this "fine" chance knocked      
Haphazardly; his dark eyes made me blush:      
He seemed wholly fixated on my breasts,      
Which were well-covered in my tight crop-top;      
Until he pulled it up and, in the end,      
He fondled me; well, groped, slapped and caressed      
My bare bosoms, until tears made him stop...      
But my mind's mirror still reflects dad's friend.