I have been existing but only because I was too weak to take my own life. I know this letter will give you many sleepless nights but really, you were ...ust kids who did not know better. Don't beat yourself over it.I have lived through many nights when I would think that people offered mercy to rabid dogs and hoped that my children would even show as much mercy on their father who was dying all alone in his empty house, but after some time even that hope faded. I remember, my father took my face. Then she slowly sucked on his hole, encompassing it with her warm, lucious mouth. This, combined with the painfully slow pumping of his swollen cock with her soft hand, was going to send him over the edge again. His breathing deepened, and within seconds she was off of his cock and was kissing his nipples. She hadn't let him cum. "Why did you stop?" he whined. "You should be asking me where I learned that..." "Okay, where did you learn that?" She studied him with that sly grin on her face. She. Even though I couldn't see her face, shestill sounded uneasy. "Well, Daddy kinda had a heart attack when Idragged that box outta the garage this afternoon."That moment of sheer terror came back to me in a flash. If Margarethadn't been there to hold onto me, I might have fainted right in themiddle of the crowd of neighbors milling around our driveway andsearching through our collection of old clothes, forgotten books, andother items that had gone unused for too long. Our child turned back to me,. He pulled himself down, lower and lower; he was uncertain he was ready to face that harsh light. Besides, he was comfortable in the darkness. He felt he should probably stay there.Calix woke again. This time, he tried to open eyes but was unable to. There were cracks in places but it was almost as if his eyes were taped shut. Irritated, he tried to lift his right hand to rub at his eyes – but his wrist stopped suddenly with a rather loud 'chink' sound before it could come near his face. He.