We ate rabbits and stuff from the garden grown wild; planted by Mom, cared for by God.Dad came back, gaunt, bearded, scars on his legs from shackles h... said. Did Dad take care of us? We took care of Dad. We did love him and in his way, his very own way, we think he loved us. We knew, somehow, he loved Mom and died, slowly, without her. He loved us but we were not Mom.We had a milk cow and from age six I milked. The milk probably saved our lives. When Bessie died we were thirteen. I walked ten. Instead he was greeted by a sour faced nurse. She poked and prodded, changed bandages, moved him around and made him miserable. And completely wore him out. Then she stuck a needle full of something into his IV and everything got fuzzy.The next time he woke, he looked for her again."Hey, pal."He groaned. The fed."How you feeling?" Like I got shot." He twitched trying to get comfortable in the almost too short bed. He couldn't move much, it hurt too damn bad."Yeah, I hear you. Been there once. UH Ohhhhhh baby, you feel soo good ! I started going up just an inch, dropping down, then doing circular motions, making a pattern. I could feel him touch every sensitive part inside of me, and it would make me twitch or get shivers down my spine every once in a while. he grabbed my hips and started moving me over his dick, helping my legs pull me up then push me down again, going even faster. Fuck it felt so damn good. i grabbed his hands and guided them to my tits and started to go a little. Stop it i just kissed her again and started with very gentle movement… in -out. She now was in rythm with me…was continued for some moment.. Then.. Increase speed.. She grabbed my ass and pinching it …. I liked that.. She was so hot na..sometimes byting me on my lips.. Neck…made skertches on my back..that made me more harder… our movment become more faster.. She was also responding well bye raising her lower half.. .. We changed posiion.. She was on my top now.. And moving like wild.. I was.