I want him put away and if I can help catch him..." You're sure?" Tom said looking at her seriously.She nodded her head then asked for a piece of pape... and a pen or pencil. Marie went to a drawer in the kitchen and pulled out a pad of paper and a pen, handing both to Tara, while Tom made a quick phone call.Tara began to write on the paper, and as she did so started crying openly. Everyone let her get it out; they knew pretty much what she was doing.When she was done, she looked up and noticed. You kneel now. The strap of your nightie lies loose. One breast free, which moments ago, was between my lips, between my teeth, glistens in the faint light with my spit. Your face is in shadow, your black eyes, invisible. Yet I know your lips are parted with desire. I want to see your body in the soft light. But, as I reach for you, your arms cross. Hiding your breasts. As if to say, “No.” Or, are you teasing me? Are your folded arms saying, “Not yet”? Is your action deliberate? Do you. I do not regret any of it. But I just am tired of keeping it in. PLEASE read the tags for this story, if that stuff bothers you then don't bother reading this. If you have issues with it fine but don't complain about incest or any other acts here when you knew that going into the story. Ok I am done with this intro on to the story._________________ My face was pressed into my sisters's satin sheets as daddy's cock pounded in and out of my ass. His hands gripped my hips and his full weight. Since she is now gone and since her grandfather and father both died several years ago I think it’s ok to tell this part of my story. I can’t tell everything because of course my daughter and her daughter are still living and I don’t want to jeopardize their privacy. Enough said. Perhaps if I get their permission I can add details of the last several years. After all I am writing this anonymously. I grew up in the 50’s and my mom grew up a little before the war, WW II that is. That doesn’t.