We always played with each other. I tried to get on top of Brenda once and that spoiled that day. They acted mad at me for the whole trip back home bu... there they were the next morning. Waiting at the house talking with Granny and my mother while I helped do the milking. Glenda leading us off as soon as I set down the bucket of milk for the house. We rarely even came home for lunch. We had another uncle whose house was farther down the creek and sometimes we would go there. We would raid the. My pussy walls spasmed in anticipation of being taken to the edge a few times before he would allow me release. I felt him climb back onto the bed near my chest. My pulse quickened as he put something around my neck. I realized it was my collar.He buckled it and moved the buckle around to the back so that the metal loop was to the front. He shifted on the bed again to get into the drawer. I heard the single, short chain being pulled out. It had a clasp on each end. I jumped when I felt. "Honey, uhhmmm, I didn't think we would have this talk for a while, but Iguess now is as good a time as ever. When a young boy grows up..." I know Mom," Bart interrupted, "I don't need to have this talk, and wouldyou leave my room please, I have to do something." Bart's dick had started toharden. He had never thought of his mom as anything more but his mom, butnow, he thought about her in a different way."No Bart," Marge said, "we have to have this talk now." With that she got upand sat down. Wonder if she’ll carve I told you so on my tombstone? Is it getting dark? No. The sun’s jumped again, but it’s right over there. It’s getting darker. I guess this is it. Shouldn’t I be scared? I’m not. A little pissed at myself, but not scared. Did I skip a step, or am I on schedule? Am I floating? I am. Angels sure have loud wings. Freaking whump, whump, whump. God, that wind feels good. Still hurts, though. What’s the point of being dead if it still fucking hurts? I really am going to.