I then knew how my mother felt, no one man could ever satisfy me again. Then I laughed thinking about my four boyfriends. One boy had never been enoug... for me.Dad gave me a week or so to heal up but he made sure to fuck me three times a day, before and after work and again before bed. He told me that I was just as good as my mother was and maybe even better. I took that as a compliment.Then Friday right after I got home from school Dad was waiting for me with six men. It was about three-thirty. My hands rolled up and down; gently stroking her back and then I pushed my fingers under the strap of her bra. She hissed as if feeling pleasure but I continued rubbing her back gently. My hands moved down and I rubbed her thighs up, down and sideways. She again hissed. “Papa; my legs; my legs feel stiff”. She repeated. I was felt a real hard on. My cock was swollen like a shaft and I could feel drops of pre cum trickling down my strenuously erected cock. “Weird” I thought. I inserted my hand. I love you my darling, and always will. The last months have meant the world to me, my kind and amazing lover. Just as much as I hope I healed you, you have healed me in return. We both knew this day was coming, I just wish it had not come this soon.Now you know why I had been so moody the last few weeks before you left. And that last morning when you slipped out of my bed and arms, I wanted to cry so badly. I knew then that you would never make love to me again, in that amazing way that always. ...After we cleaned up Jennifer asked in a softer voice, "Would it be possible to play again sometime & this time don't be as nice with me as you were this time, i have toys as i know my cock does not satisfy the normal sexual mature woman, but it can help in other areas, if you know what i mean Margaret." I think i new what she meant & replied, "We will see Jennifer since i know what you have between your legs now we can work on it & not to underestimate your size, you work wonders with that.