I led you, positioned you, and said, “Please?” again.”Cara positioned me. Her soft, slippery labia hugged my tip. My body trembled, arms shaking...from holding myself up off her body.“Then what?” I asked.“I moved you from side to side and deeper. I could feel myself stretching. I could feel you when you touched my entrance.” Cara’s eyes narrowed when I did.“I wasn’t scared. I didn’t care if it hurt. I wanted you, Daddy. I wanted you to be the first. And then you pressed. In my fantasy I felt you,. I also felt I could trust her, over the years anything I said to her she would keep in confidence and not tell my mother. As I got into my teens the arguments with us got worse, as I got bigger and stronger she had trouble holding me for the spankings and got my father to help hold me bent over. I hated my father for that, so we were never close. Anytime I was ‘grounded’ he would be made to stay home to make sure I wouldn’t leave the house, mother still liked her nights out at cards or bingo,. Most people don't consider my car, an 08 Mustang GT to be a great outdoor person's car, but I really didn't listen to most people. I had been obsessed with Mustangs since I was too young to drive, and I had owned one ever since I was able to save up enough cash for my first used one. Besides I had nearly 180 miles to drive, most of which was freeway so I could make the trip far faster in my little pony than in any Jeep, Hummer, or other off road vehicle. The V8's potent growl calmed my nerves. Even as I crossed the road and rang the bell I was still conflicted and my stomach was tying itself in knots." She nodded."Yes, Chad. That sounds more like the truth. I'm sorry for the tears. Would you like a cup of tea?" That would be good. I'm as dry as the Sahara." She went to put the kettle on."Come through, Chad, that's if you can stand the sight of me." She showed me through to the back room which was her kitchen. "Thank you for the allowance you send me. It's godsend now as I can't get.