I had never been so full. I cringed a bit in pain, but Daddy began stroking my clit with his thumb and soon it did not hurt anymore. He was in about h...lfway when he pulled out. I moaned, missing the fullness of him. Another orgasm was building quickly, and just as I came again, Daddy shoved himself completely inside of me. "Ahh!" I cried feeling both pleasure and pain."There, there, Slut," he said holding himself inside me. "We've got to give your tiny little pussy time to get used to my big. He walked in and called out for his mom."In the kitchen, Jimmy." she yelled. Jim wondered how often she'd called out that answer to him over all the years of his childhood. Probably thousands of times, he guessed. He walked into the kitchen and his mom wiped her hands on her apron and came over to give him a kiss and a warm hug of welcome. She told him that she had all of the things that she was taking with her packed and put in her car. The things she would be sending back for were stored in. Tanya and I held hands as we walked, the same as my wife and Tanya’s husband were doing. A few buildings up the street there was an art gallery with original paintings on old barn wood, metal saw blades, etc. Adriana found a painting of a shirtless cowboy, sweat rolling off him, leading his horse to a little stream that she fell in love with (the painting, not the cowboy... at least she said). It was a tad expensive, almost four-hundred dollars, but we bought it anyway. They wrapped it for us. I was too young to understand that he really wasn’t coming back. I unrelenting colored him pictures, tearing them out of my book and saving them in my dresser drawer until he came back, arms open for me. My mother knew the truth but couldn’t face it. She couldn’t bear to be the breaker of my heart. So instead, little by little it broke, one piece at a time. Until I had lost all hope of seeing him again. I’d held onto hope once and I wasn’t doing it again. Cut right to the chase, my future held.