Then it took form! It was a demon. Dark red in color, with ram horns and glowing black eyes. (Glowing black eyes? How could this be?) It crawled onto ...he bed and grabbed my legs with its razor-sharp claws, spreading them wide. As he rose up over me, I gasped as I beheld an erect cock bigger than that of any man I’ve been with. My cunt began throbbing uncontrollably in its desperate feminine need. Without a word, he pushed my thighs up and out, then promptly rammed his huge cock into me. I. Neither any warm words nor any request to rebuild our relationship but this simple congratulation was a simple sign for a better future that perhaps I would return in my family once. I thought I was thirty-nine years old and I could restart my life.I paid for the honeymoon to Mauritius and we were on the beach at the sea and we started the baby production. I told Simon that the honeymoon was the answer to his ring. When we came back I was pregnant and the new blood test showed our baby was. That’s the basis of my story.I am sure that I will eventually write about some of the “good times” I had with my father. I may even write about the bad. My stories may never be read. They may even be poorly written. But they will always be honest – even when you, the reader, might wish that they wouldn’t be. But even if I walk over darker topics, I hope that you enjoy them. I hope they excite you and turn you on.As I said above, I am single. Never married – never wanted to be. No c***dren and. .. but increasingly remote. Still, I decided that I had to try and do my pal a better service this time around. Pushing against fate by just sheer will wasn’t going to work. I’d learned this lesson earlier, that Time doesn’t like to altered at all, and further back I tried to adjust the chances of something happening, or not, the more difficult (and nearly impossible) the odds would get. Changing the Reality of something ‘right now’, here in the present seemed to be much simpler to do and I.