Friday night and I lay awake listening to the soft sound of sobbing coming through the wall from my Parent’s room; I thought he had finished this a ...few days ago, but now it seemed to be starting again. My mother had upped and left Dad a couple of weeks ago and, since she left, Dad had been in a real state of turmoil; but this past few days he had seemed to pick up. He couldn’t understand how, after nearly 20 years of seemingly happy marriage she could do such a thing, what made it worse was. After I cleaned up, I got dressed. Red Nike hyperdunks, baggy black denim jeans with a black leather belt. And a red and black Nike sweater. With a black tee underneath. I grabbed my wallet and walked out the door. I reached the gates and started walking down my street to the bus-stop about 300 yards away. When I reached the bus-stop I waited for about 30 minutes until the bus arrived. I've always hated public bus's but with no other ride it'll have to do. I sat down near the back by myself in. . lard in the pan and fry very crisp. Chicken or rabbit — sometimes chicken and rabbit.One day the rabbits were gone. We were twelve then and Dad was away for several months. I knew how to trap rabbits and found out they were just as damn dumb as chickens. We ate rabbits and stuff from the garden grown wild; planted by Mom, cared for by God.Dad came back, gaunt, bearded, scars on his legs from shackles he said. Did Dad take care of us? We took care of Dad. We did love him and in his way, his. I was intoxicated.. burning hot... i craved cock... i took his cock deep into the back of my throat. He had to be 9 inches long and very, very thick. I gasped and gaged as he shoved it further down my throat and held it there. Spit was dripping out of my mouth and tears from my eyes. I choked on his cock but he held it down my throat regardless.“There it is, little girl.” he said softly in a very sexy dominate tone as he slowly pulled out his dick out of my mouth and placed his hand over my.