." And tell me about how it felt?" It hurt. It was painful," I replied wondering why she would ask theobvious?"Yes, of course it hurt. That was the id...a. But how did it feel inside.How did it feel emotionally."Now the just listening part of staying was getting really reallydifficult. I should have left. But the memory had begun to fill me withremembered emotion."I felt shamed. I felt powerless, even as I allowed myself to do it. Ifelt that there was something wrong with me. I felt it was wrong. It was hard to explain but telling his grandparents that we were just having fun playing BBs and really we were doing much more. We went home and put in some pizza( our favorite thing to eat then) and got on the computer. We looked up some porn and he would always find his way into my shorts, even though everyone was right around the corner. I don't even remember what we watched because my mind was on his hand that was controlling my dick. We just kinda had a little play around fun. Then we. Then he spreadthem. Then I felt his tongue dab at the rim.He pushed me over a chair until my head was knee-level. He rubbed oiilinto my rectum.He entered me slowly. He was not particular large, but it still hurt.The ass is not designed as an on-ramp for incoming traffic.He fucked me, slowly, passionately, as Keisha looked on. This was myseverance package, she would tell me later. This was my parting gift.I heard a flash. It was a camera click.As it turns out, Keisha had negotiated a very nice. "He put his hand over hers and said, "I love you Becky. And it's been two and a half months ... it's seemed like forever for me too ... and ever since you called and said you were coming for Spring Break I've had one very excited little girl asking me daily how long before you arrive."She glanced back at the sleeping child."She's pretty special." Yes, and she loves you too." I know she does ... and I'm so glad." Becky thought about the drawing in her purse."I know I can never take Abigail's.