I can see Dad is not there a lot of the time and cares more about his work and watching the news than he does for you. It’s obvious to me. I love hi..., but the truth is, he’s oblivious. It’s even hard for me to talk to him.” When Melissa left, Catherine knew she had to tell Martin what was happening, and even though she dreaded what he would do or say, she made up her mind that she would tell him that night. She called Tom and told him how Melissa had responded and that she was going to tell. She said he seemed distant when they talked, and he never called her. She always had to call him. When he talked, he seemed to speak only in monosyllables. She said she was worried about him. She thought he sounded depressed.I told her that I had been the same way, and finally realized I wanted a much closer relationship with my Mom. I purposely said, "much closer," because I wanted her to wonder what "much closer" really meant. She didn't ask, though, and I didn't tell. I told her not to worry. ”Mom said, “We figured that way we would only get fucked half as much.”Aunt Sioux said, “Yeah right! Every single one of those assholes got it up six times that day, including our brother Ted.”Mom said, ”They fucked all six of our holes. Every God damn one of those bastards!”Aunt Sioux said, “We got sixteen cocks shoved up our asses that day. I couldn’t walk right for two weeks afterwards.”Mom said, “Neither one of us had ever tried anal sex before that night.”Aunt Sioux said, “My jaw hurt so. Her thighs were not parted enough for me to access her pussy but her mound was both warm and moist to my touch as I played with her curly hair.She must have sixty because she promptly pulled my hand away."Do you want to touch me?" "No, that's okay,” she said, straightening her skirt.“But I want you to feel it, Ann,” I said and, without waiting for further protest, I unzipped my pants. Having anticipated what I wanted to happen that night, I didn’t wear a belt or underwear. I enjoyed going.