The abuse of the singing and speaking voice, causes, effects and treatment

At last I had a clear view of them and Gunilla's naked breasts completely absorbed my bewildered eyes. Father's hands kept running over them, stroking the soft sides with his fingertips and brushing his palms across the bursting pink buds of first one, then the other. Still again he would place his entire hand over the breast with the tip against his palm and gently squeeze it. And always the sing-song voice: “Did my little baby miss her daddy? What did she miss, huh? Was it this, little lover, this? Or this?” And from Gunilla, as his hands moved more and more deftly over her swelling breasts, came more and more this high-pitched mewing. And I was transfixed! I could not breathe! For, while I had seen those glimpses earlier, this was the first time that I had really seen a girl's naked breasts and I was bewitched! They were so large, lifting far out from her chest despite the fact that her reclining backward tended to flatten them, and the hard, pink buds at the end of each were swollen and rigid. The soft, luminous quality of the flesh caused me to be seized by a paroxysm of excitement such as I had never known ...»