.."I didn't know what to do, I wanted to hug her. But I knew she still feltan aversion to MORFS survivors. I felt a bit torn between comforting herand...keeping my distance. An awkward silence fell between us. Neither oneof us knew what to say or do.I broke the silence, "So is Dad still on his crusade against my kind?"Isabel looked down feeling guilty, "Yes, he tries to have me accompanyhim to the meetings. After we moved to Birmingham Alabama he starteddrinking and got more zealous with the. I believe you have succumbed to-" Sure, Mom." He saw the bible. "Did you want to pray? Get on your knees." Yes!" I brightened. Maybe he had considered his evil. He knelt slightly. "Let us pray, to rid this curse from you." My smiled beamed hope at him, and my knees touched the carpet before his." Oops! The door." He spun around and closed it. Pray was a private matter, I agreed. If forced to in public, one must not be ashamed to show true faith."Oh, heavenly Father." I began. I heard a zipper.. Brian could see his dad’s hard dick, he must have smiled when he saw how different it was from his. Later he would ask if dad was really his father because they are do different, he said his dad had a little boy cock, not one of a man. But in this moment he just began fucking me, making the bed bounce so his father would know he has become a cuckold for sure. Then I heard a voice, “Oh my Marsha, how could you ever live with such a tiny dicklet all these years. I bet you are glad to have finally. Without speaking, he removes one hand and keeping the other on my buttock, leads me to the rapidly filling bath. It’s not quite half full, but he helps me in and I sit in the deepening water. The jets are below the water line and he turns them on and the water begins to move, bubbling, frothing. Dale goes to the small refrigerator in the room, opens the door and brings out a bottle of sparkling wine. I recall thinking that my bar fridge only had a bottle half that size in it. Did he have it in.