The thought of daddy’s fingers brushing against my pussy had me so wet I could feel how quickly it was going to drench my panties. I had never thoug...t about daddy like this before, but now I was regretting never doing it. Thinking about daddy had gotten me so wet, wetter than I had ever been before. This was an adventure I had definitely been missing out on. “Oh yes daddy,” I rubbed harder at my pussy, “rub it daddy.” “Oh god,” my eyes flashed open and I could see daddy standing in the doorway. I had just turned and taken two steps back to get another shell from the ammunition trunk when a Yankee shell found us. I survived, but the rest of the crew was killed. Lester died a soldier's death, manning his gun in battle, under fire. He was unflinching and courageous in his duty, a real hero of the South! I had several personal things of his to give to you, but they were lost along with everything I owned in the hurricane that sank my ship a day short of reaching port. I'm sorry for you. This was so exciting, watching my mum’s big boobs swinging and bouncing in her bra as she washed and dried me. I joked about how they wobbled and pushed her boobs together, and mum joined in the joke with me. She didn’t mind when I squeezed her boobs and made them wobble as we continued our ablutions. I could sense that something became hard in her bra as I jiggled them, but I didn’t know then what that was. As mum leaned forward to check how clean my hard cock was her breasts would hang in. I’ll stop by Buffalo first to get some things squared away. I’m glad to be leaving the city of Brockton. My once-beloved city has begun to disgust me. The racism of the city’s white men and white women, especially the civil servants ( librarians, police officers and teachers) is appalling. Also appalling is the lack of unity among Brockton’s people of color, who comprise over fifty two percent of the town’s one-hundred-thousand-person population. As I went around saying my goodbyes to my.