I set the magazine on the edge of the tub and was irritated to see that it was my favorite Playboy photo edition. I really needed to be more careful.I...tied the bag shut and then took the bag downstairs, tossing it out the backdoor with a little shudder. By the time I got back upstairs Donna's door was open and the bathroom door was closed again. I headed to my room and sat down on the bed, resting my head in my hand and trying to let the adrenalin high fade away. The image of Mrs T's bare tit. It was an excuse for her to tell me about her wild fuck sessions with all these different guys. Other times when she brought a guy home it became a regular morning-after ritual for her to tell me all about what they'd done the night before - as if I hadn't been listening to them and beating off the whole time. I eventually asked her why she was suddenly more expressive about her sex life with me."Well, now that I know about your penis situation I figured that sex for you is probably just going. The mob is moving towards the exits. I keep a lookout for Jane but no luck. Finally, through the gate, the crowd starts to disperse. We have to walk through the park to the car. Both girls keep bumping into me. Every now and then, a hand brushes my cock. When I can, my hand is massaging a preteen boob. There are only three cars left in the parking lot when we arrive. Jane still hasn't made it."Daddy, I have to go pee." I have to go as well." Well, there isn't anywhere to go, you will have to. Tomorrow is Halloween, and we fear it will be the last for most of us.”“I know all this already,” said Mother. “Why call me?”“We want you to save us,” said Anne. “You can’t just let us die.”“It’s not for you to tell me what I can’t do.”“But you’re our mother.” Anne’s eyes burned, tearless, again. “Don’t you care?”“Of course I care. I love you all," Mother said. “But this is the way of things: Sometimes the days grow long and the nights become short. But the wheel always turns: Day and his.