This is a part of life most of your friends won't experience for years to come, the death which comes for us all.Son, don't give up on school. Don't w...llow in self pity. Mourning and grief are a natural process, so don't hold your grief back. Let it out, or it will surely make you bitter.I have been dreaming of your father, lately. The dreams started early this year. We would be in that field where we went to picnic all the time when you were little, remember? In my dream, I knew your father. Abby did not enjoy going out to dinner, ever. When she was a kid, her mother always put her on fad diets and would do them with her to keep her on track. She would do them to please her mother but usually would sneak food when her mother was not looking.Abby was not upset that she was fat. It just seemed to bother everybody else she knew. Food was comfortable for her. She would mostly binge eat when nobody was around. She loved sweets and could easily knock off a gallon of ice cream in one. Ughhhhhh. Texas. At any rate, Conroy was a handsome cowboy. Average height. Suntanned skin. Bulging biceps. I lived with him in his trailer and took care of all the womanly duties - cooking, cleaning, sex. That lasted a good little while.I spent two years on a reservation with a Native-American guy named Gary Big Eagle. He was the same age as me. The first time that had been the case. Gary had the biggest dick I had encountered up until that time - 8 inches. He was a good lover, very. Uncle Mike probably wanted to be in their place, and that made him hard.“I will be upstairs in my room”, I said, “good night sweetie!” my mom replied.Several hours passed, and everyone went to bed. I was still on my phone checking my social media and sexting my boyfriend, which was making me horny.About half an hour later, I heard my dad and mom having sex through the thin walls of our house. I licked my fingers and started playing with my clit, imagining my dad was fucking me as I heard his.