I bet daddy gave you a fucking Corvette when you turned sixteen didn't he?!"I was still trying to get his hand out of my hair and my head felt like it...was about to explode. He looked in my face and said, "Oh what the fuck, why bother! You don't get it. You are never going to get it."He pushed me away and I fell to the floor and curled up in a fetal ball and sobbed hysterically. Nathan walked away and went to the refrigerator and looked inside. After a minute he slammed the door and screamed,. Aunt Sarah had been similarly childless but at least she’d married. Her husband Tom had died before I was born. Ironic then that the three of us should run a maternity wear shop, though Alice’s midwifery experience had certainly come in handy from time to time. But Alice wasn’t the only person I’d miss, was she? I was going to miss Roxy and her relentlessly sunny attitude to life. I was going to miss my customers too. Over the course of their pregnancies, I got to know some of them pretty well,. It was a wonderful time, the start of a new life.We did all of this while she helped me get my wife into a home in Southern California, closer to three of our kids. She helped pack and clean, sorting through things that I couldn't bring myself to touch, crying so hard I couldn't see. She held my head as I cried myself to sleep each night, remembering 45 years of living with my own personal goddess.Paige and I had done all the things couples do. We'd had kids, we enjoyed each other, we argued. Thankfully, the night hid my dark blush. His smirk was audible as he very carefully pulled my panties down. I knew what he was thinking: contraband. Part of me wanted to giggle, the other part thankfully remembered to stay ‘asleep’. Once he had my panties off, his fingers didn't hesitate to explore my skin, both hands gripping my bottom while his thumbs pushed against my holes~ the hole daddy always liked to use and the extra naughty hole he only sometimes did. Both were much too tight for his.