Climbing on the bed she scrapped her finger nails across my chest and down to my crotch. She grabbed my balls and squeezed. I groaned, as much in plea...ure than in pain. She got between my legs, now pointed to the ceiling, and began to probe my anal opening with the end of the dildo. “Tell me you want it bitch” she said “tell me you want to be fucked”. “Yes Mistress” I said “I want it” and with that she rammed her “cock” all the way in. Even with the help of lubricant it opened me up like. I’ll call and see if they have something available, and maybe take off tomorrow.’ I called and was pleased to find that they had a small one available. They had sizes from sleeping over twenty to sleeping eight. In reality, it was just a one bedroom with beds that pull out, and a kitchen/living area. It would do fine for one person. I’d find a quiet cove and stay there for a week, taking my boat out to find some good fishing holes. I left early the next morning, knowing that it would only take. Then he said that if she ever wanted to try it that he would do a shoot for her free. Helen turned red and said she wasn’t sure she could do anything like that. Babs told her it was more fun than she realized and urged her mom to try it. Another glass of wine was poured and Helen was starting to lose her inhibitions about posing for my dad. Dad went and got his camera and just started taking photos of Helen while she sat on the couch. Dad started telling her how beautiful and sexy she was, just. We were still talking when the doorbell rang. Mrs. Murphy led my mom and dad into the living room, and I lost it. With them, I could be their little boy, the one who hurt himself at the playground. With them, I could cry and they could hold me, but they couldnt make it better. Nothing would make it better ever. That night I lay on my bed, feeling like I had lost everything in the world. The oldies station started to play the Everly Brothers song that Linda liked so much. I rolled on my side.