Dad was sitting in the living room watching baseball when I walked in. He started apologizing again saying he thought I was in my bedroom and he shoul... have knocked. I told him it was ok and that I should have locked the door. I bent over and kissed him on the cheek and asked him if he wanted a cold drink. He said yes and I went to the kitchen and got us both a beer. We sat and talked for a while and my dad said that he should probably go back home. I told him no I wanted him to stay and he. Father DeGrazia giving his Sunday sermon, me taking communion, confessing my sins. Memories of my first communion filled my thoughts next and I remembered how silly my dad had looked in a suit that day since he never wore them. I remembered my brothers complaining about having to go, how my dad had forced them to anyway, how we'd all gone out for brunch afterward...My escape was interrupted when my dad finally made a sound, a loud grunt that rang between my ears. He was gripping my waist and. Can’t we feed them a good supper and let them get clean in our showers so they can feel like real people again? I love you mom, please try to trust them.”“Ok punkin I will, you are right, I need to have more faith in mankind. We really really are blessed.. Thank you for pointing that out sweetie and I love you dearly too.”When we got home I started preparing a chicken, rice and collard greens dinner. Even heating up the brisket and sausage we had left from Thursday night. Beth was busy showing. "Well," Randi answered quickly, "I think she does it so when Tommy sucks her pussy he has wide open access to her slit, is that right!?!" "I don't know," Jenna said, "why don't we ask her to find out for sure." By now small beads of sweat had broken out on her forehead, so in a very small voice, she replied, "Yes, it's so Tommy can suck me off better, oh please, Miss, help me, I can't wait another second." "Well it seems as if our little demonstrator is in a great deal of distress," Jenna.