“You have no idea how you have made me the luckiest man in the world becoming mine.”“I’m going to make you happy, daddy and give you what you ...ave always wanted- children.”As you might have guessed already Libba wasn’t our biological child, Her mother and I tried for years to have children, but couldn’t. Finally we just gave up and went a different route in the end adopting Libba Mae. We were a happy family up till the day we found out that Jan was dying. She got sick rather fast the cancer. Shit. Shit. I looked at her and thought some more. She seemed friendly enough. She was smiling, a little nervous, not angry. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, so I invited her to sit down. Her tray had fruit salad and yogurt and a class of milk. Mine had the remains of pancakes, eggs, sausage, and two orange juices. She started talking, ‘I know that you had them in your room for weeks so maybe you’ve got some ideas on how to handle them. I could really use some suggestions.’ Then she went into a. Tom and Cal ate until they were stuffed. The two young men had made many meals of jerky and leftover biscuits and Jackrabbits since they became friends. Food like this was a rare treat to them and they made the most of it. Hilda, and her son and daughter were proud to see them eat like this too.As they ate, the family of German immigrants told of the land they left to come to America. They told of the hardships and oppression they and their families had endured until they and others came here. During her early, married years, she quelled the fantasy for the most part, only allowing her mind to indulge in those relaxed moments during a long, hot soak in the bath. Her fingers, took the place of an imagined dog's cock, shafting her. Those orgasms, with her fantasy in full flow, were always the better ones and far better than those she sometimes managed with Tom. She had fallen for him after College and gave her body to him after a few months of some very serious petting. During her.