Today five years ago my father died the doctor said it was some sort of animal attack for his trout was ripped open and his body was like death itself...i was only 10 when he died and now am in high school.i started walking to my friend's house then i saw a man forcing a young girl in her later teen to a lonely area by the street, he seem not to take notice of me so i followed him trying hard not to be seen the man trew her on the floor, pinned her down as he forced a brutal kiss to her lips.he. Nevertheless, in terms of their relationship, it had become as normal as can be. She appreciated the way he stood behind her throughout the divorce and he was very strong support for her. Even though she was unable to physically cry on his shoulder many times, the tears came through the phone as he willingly listened. Ironically, for a long time over the last few years it seemed like she was in more need of support from her life given the divorce then he needed from his disability. He took his. I could feel his whole body go tense, as if fighting the urge to take me quickly and forcefully. My father is a big man in every way but the love in him quickly overcame the lust. Even so I was nervous. Though I already knew how it felt to have a man’s erect penis inside my body, I was still very inexperienced.There was fear, but not fear of pain. My trust in him was absolute. In fact in a strange way I actually wanted to feel pain in making love to him, as if pain would cement the love I felt. .."It wasn't said in innocence, but in wanting, a lusty growl to his tone. I had been snoring a bit when he came in, I heard myself doing it when I first woke, groggily, and he must have assumed I was still out. I didn't know what to do, so I emitted fake, low snores now, to make him think I was asleep. I'm not sure why I did it, it would have made sense to just wake up and say hello, comfort him, but as he climbed in next to me, pulling up to my backside with his crotch, his strong arm over.