It seemed like the more she came, the more her cunt wanted to cum.As her breath quickened and her tits heaved and her pussy creamed, Linda shed tears ...f shame and self-pity. Even in her state of advanced orgasmic bliss, she knew this was depraved. Evenings after dinner were once spent in front of the TV with the whole family enjoying the shows. But those days were gone now, and Linda sensed that. Now the evening was depraved, a horror show caused by her lewd, horny father with his enormous wet. The door was slammed at his back and he heard the sound of the bolt going home. They never locked the house! The locks just came with the manufactured home. He sure didn't have a key.Sheepishly, he walked over to the barn and got his tack. Then he roped and saddled a horse. He was supposed to be checking a section of the north range-he'd best get on with it.He'd forgotten all about the previous evening and that Gerry wanted to see him that morning.Gerry didn't forget. He made a point of telling. Not only did I sign Race's future care over to the state, I threw out all the guns in our house and all of Henry's porn. Fortunately, the county mental center for juveniles was packed to the gills with abused, rural children, and they relegated him back to my custody, but they didn't shirk their compassionate duty. Ronald Thames, a dedicated social worker, spent the next three years visiting Race, working with him, and checking on the evolution (pardon my french) of our family situation. It all. He dropped his backpack on the floor and came up to me, standing only inches from me. From a distance, he could have looked at me, devoured my nakedness with his eyes. But, he came to look deeply into my eyes. He didn’t even take one of the drinks, he put his hands on my shoulders … and looked into my eyes, a smile slowly forming on his mouth.“This is your answer?” His smile growing at the realization of what this meant.I think I might have been blushing. I felt like I was. “Do you have any.