Attitude," Jamie said.I let it go and made my way across the room and sat the sewing machine on the coffee table. Out on the porch the woman I assumed...was young Bobby's mother was having words with him. He was pretty much ignoring her, passing his ball back and forth between his hands. As I was waiting for them to finish, Doreen came out of the kitchen with a tray loaded down with a big glass pitcher of lemonade and four glasses of ice."Let me take that for you, Doreen." I said, stepping in. Samantha didn't have to produce death certificates or proof of my being the only living heir. Both the attorney and the insurance agent were on the trip and wept as they related to Samantha how they'd prayed as they watched my family being loaded up in ambulances and taken away. Both assured her that they would do what they could now trusting that she would provide the necessary documents later. She obtained copies of my father's will, and estimate of the estate as well as a copy of my fathers'. .It has been years since the first night my Daddy took my cherry and made me a woman. Years since I had found the pleasure of having my Daddy's big cock inside of me for the first time. My mom was long since gone; that bitch ran away with another man. That first night Daddy said it was time for me to take her place. I loved being the woman in my Daddy's life, the one who sleeps in his bed and the one he rammed his cock into every night. But tonight is different, tonight is the night I am going. I helped Ellie move off of the pillows over to the side of the bed. The top pillow was soaked with her juices, the bottom pillow, while not as wet, was still not usable. I tossed both onto the floor. I tried to cover all the wet spot with towels and grabbed a top sheet, blanket and two pillows from my closet. Ellie was still lying on her side, when I crawled back into bed. She pushed herself over next to me. “Thank you,” was all she said. I remember thinking how strange that sounded. Ellie.