He smiled, and asked me to stand up. He stripped me down and rub my whole body. It felt so good i was also getting hard. He saw it and said "looks lik... i need to get hard too." He took his underwear off, and placed my hands on his soft cock. He asked me to stroke it like earlier. I did and soon it got hard. We then got on the bed and inside the blanket. He was hugging me from behind, he was praising my body. His cock was between my ass. He asked me if i ever did this before i told him i did. After a night out of dancing and drinking we decide to head back to my parents house instead of my apartment, since it was so much closer. My parents were downstairs in their room sleeping as I took him to my room upstairs. Oh yeah, he's huge! Nothing that I can't handle, I've had BBC's from 9-11 inches, and James was just about a 10. After hours of pounding my pussy and making it cum, we finally fall asleep as the sun comes up. This was my c***dhood room. I played with dolls on this very same. He’d tell us how beautiful we were and we’d believe him and hold onto the feeling for as long as we could, feeling beautiful and loved.That’s why we worried. It wasn’t all about the sex. It was that feeling. Of being beautiful. Of being loved.Blanket told us about the last time Daddy had taken him. It had out behind the tents. Daddy had him down on his knees, sucking his cock. His pubes had smelled like diesel. He’d held him down with one hand, simply using his mouth while he called him dick. This was an unusual morning; unexpected, and now becoming very troublesome. “I wouldn’t have done what I did, oh wow! …Why?” Tricia repeated almost chanting “why, why” over and over several times, silently under her bitter breath, troubled indeed, to say the least. Her old sagging mattress and thin, worn sheets usually evade comfort, forcing her to fight the springs and the lumps for slumber, and bundle for warmth. But at this very moment on the day that should have been, was supposed to be,.