"The hardest part in some sense wasn't all the physical pain, but the fact that I just lay there on the floor while Maggie was fighting. I was so deep...y ashamed that I didn't rise up and stand by her side. That I slipped away from a duty to be courageous..." Exactly! My grandfather intentionally started an argument with paramilitary murderers in order to give me an opportunity to slip away. He was shot to death minutes later. I felt the exact same guilt... The dream I just had was a sharp. “Fuck, yes,” I groaned.“Damn, Tabby,” Dad panted.I glanced at him and we grinned at each other. We were both getting our dicks sucked. This was a new daddy/daughter activity we would have. No longer did we just have to play catch to bond. We could share women. I loved my futa-cock so much.Mom bobbed her head, working her mouth up and down Dad's cock while Bimbo did the same to mine. Her plump lips slid up and down my futa-dick, her blonde hair swaying about her face. Blue eyes shone up at. He had lost his leg. Amma was desperate to bring him home. She heard that the Air Force had agreed to let the area around the hospital serve as a safe zone. The Army promised that unarmed civilians who left rebel territory would be allowed to go home. I wanted so much to go with her, to see him again. I missed him so much. Amma said no, it was too dangerous. She went off on foot. It would have taken her two days to get to the safe zone."Everyone Tony knew had either gone abroad or was safe in. That was 8 years ago. In that time I learned that she was nice enough as a person. She loved the outdoors and shopping, odd combination, I know.Her hair was golden blonde and it was usually let loose like a waterfall. She was five seven with long slender legs. Her breasts were a nice 36DD, and a gift from my dad. Her face was very hot, specially when she was flashing a smile.My dad Conor was a 45-year-old Irish immigrant with darkish brown hair. He was lucky enough to get accepted on a.