“I wanted to wait for the right time,” she said. She frowned. “But there never seemed to be a right time. Maybe I should just get it over with.�...�“Yes,” I agreed. I bit my lip. I shouldn’t have said anything. She was talking and I should just let her do that without interruption.“When I finally got to high school,” she started, “I was so happy. I wanted to be a cheerleader. It’s all I could think about. I had practiced for years, and I made the varsity squad, just like I had dreamed of. A lot of. It was what I wanted to believe. The kids understood more than I could say in words. They knew where meat came from. They knew the goats gave milk and sometimes meat. They knew the chickens at Del and Maribelle’s got roasted or fried.“We’ll put Gypsy’s ashes in the River,” Matthew said. Shit! I cried, petting her cheek as she breathed out her last breath.We had a fire that night. No, we didn’t burn Gypsy. Larry loaded her in the back of the farm trailer and hauled her to Columbus early Monday. .She got very open to me.I got completely crazy on her and I want to fuck her anyway.So that day I dared and wrote I love you.She also replied I love you to.I got excited and asked really and she said ya I love you as my kid.By that message I got very sad..I ended that chat.For next 2days I did not chat with her.In third day I opened the site and I saw a lots of messages of her.I read that messages and I said sorry for not chatting and I waited for her to come online.She came online after. Now it's my turn for the shower."You're turn," Henrietta announces. "Tell you what. I don't believe that I'm saying this, but for the first time in quite a long time I want something in my mouth other than cock, cunt, or cum. How about I fix us some bacon and eggs while you get your pussy and ass clean and ready for me?" Just leave my asshole alone," I reply. "I cannot take another bum fuck tonight – or is it tomorrow already?"By the time we are done eating, both of us are too tired to play..