Soon we went out of the train and the subway and set off for a park. We went for some time and then came to a wide glade surrounded by bushes from all...the sides.The woman was standing in front of us covering herself for some reason though she was still dressed up.- Boys, you aren’t going…? – She tried to exhort us seeing what was to happen. – You’re nice guys, I have two sons; what would you think if someone did that with your mother…!These words were the last drop for me. I let her bags fall. A fine first fuck from ol’ Buck to start you off on your way. That’s what you want, Beautiful. Not some thimble fingered eunuch of a disappointing mortal. Nothing but the best for my beauty.”“Wo nemfof fost nap gnik cufy m’ra et dnasre dnepsu sotesohy t’nap!” Zatanna screamed as she vaulted onto Buck’s giant penis.Zatanna wrapped her arms around the mighty Satyr’s neck and her booted legs around his waist and thrust down as fiercely as she could to impale herself as far as possible on that. “That’s it. Come in here” he says. As I walk through the door I’m almost blinded by the flash of a camera. “What are you doing Dad?” I ask bemused. “Taking pictures of my beautiful daughter” is the answer I get back. Click, click, click. “Come and sit down” he asks. I walk to the sofa, all the time with the flash and click of the camera going. I sit down, more click click click. “Now baby” he poses me, he opens my legs a little, leans me forward. “Smile” I smile for the camera. “Now lean back”. She became no more than a visitor to our house. I had run out of excuses to make up for Mary.My daughter and I became even closer and tried not to talk about her mother very much anymore.Then several years later the day came when my wife never came home again. She called me from somewhere on an island just to say good bye and told me to take good care of Mary.I was heartbroken and felt a surge of cold loneliness run through me. How was I suppose to explain that to my daughter?That evening when.