“Get on some sweats and T-shirt before you mom gets home. She wants a family dinner tonight. Start your homework and when dinner’s ready, I’ll...call you.”Mom came home and hugged me and asked how my week had been. It was so good to see her. She was away so much. She apologized that she would have to leave again the next day for another trip. My heart sank. Daddy would have all the freedom in the world to torture me again.While I did my math, the egg would randomly vibrate and distract me.. ” I smiled as I followed his instruction, recalling the first time I had massaged him, years before. His touch was soft, at first, as he spread the warm oil over my back and began rubbing it into my skin. I gave a quiet moan as the pressure increased, and my muscles responded to his skilful manipulations. He swung a leg over and straddled me as he began to work my neck and shoulders. I felt his semi-erection nestle between my ass cheeks, and gave a little wriggle both at the erotic sensation. I've had a fair share of sex, and the first time with someone is always special. Often awkward, sometimes hilarious, but there's always that moment when you start to enter a woman that seems momentous. But all those other first times didn't compare to what happened with Anna. Ok, I'm going to use a really weird analogy here, and I hope it makes some sense. People describe where they were when they learned Kennedy was shot, or when the Space Shuttle blew up, or whatever. There's this feeling of. I hate going to the dentist at thebest of times but I was so desperate to be me again, I made no protest(apart from a little whimper, which I hoped she didn't hear).* * *So my time as Annie's Granny came to an end. We were both delighted thatDolly had recovered and that Steve could return to a normal life. Treacherhad kept watch at the hospital throughout the weekend until Dolly wasdischarged on Monday morning. Annie and I picked her up and took her backto her house and Treacher followed.