She washer parent's only child, and her whole family turned out for the burial." I am Sarah Hackett. I fell down the stairs, bashed my head and was in... acoma for a month, and then lost my memory. At least that's what myparents told me when they helped me get my memories back." You can't be her, Sarah's whole family turned out for the burial, and ifyou were part of the family I would have remembered seeing you there, butthe only Sarah I remember was the one that I laid out in her coffin forher. No matter. She was doing just fine as it was, and he could feel the pressure upon his rod each time she pulled in her cheeks and released them. Her hands grew tighter on his balls-not tight enough to hurt but tight enough to make him wince and moan his joy into the furry plumpness of her snatch.Again and again he whipped her twat with his tongue, scraped it with his teeth, assaulted her cunt until he was sure it would be black and blue instead of prettily pink by the time morning rolled around,. She peeked in at me with that sweet triangular smile–the same as yours–but then her open palm pressed against her forehead and her eyes squeezed shut. She peered at the table–set for you and I–candles lit and lots of red hearts I cut out of some construction paper I found in the basement. Tears almost leaped from her eyes, screwed shut so tight. And then her chin wrinkled and her bottom lip quivered, exactly like you when you’re about to cry. ‘What’s wrong, sweetheart?’ I pleaded. She sniffed. I can’t even fuck.” Patty paused at this. Her hands withdrew from him like she was shying away from a live wire. She’d seen the way her father had looked at her when she’d come out of her room. She knew that look. The boys at school had been giving her those looks for years. Patty was holding out for a real man. She’d been fantasizing about her daddy for as long as she could remember. She used to sneak into the hall and peek through the crack in the doorway of her parents.