"Probably your husband," I said. "He's afraid of Nathan too. In fact,truth be told, I think Timothy is afraid of most men. I don't know ifhe's ashamed... of what he is or what he isn't, but he just doesn't seem tobe able to handle seeing what God intended."Pastor joined us shortly after that. We sat down to a fabulous meal thatLinda had prepared for all of us. When we were finished, Pastor invitedthe children to make use of the volleyball net he had set up in his backyard, while the rest of us. I tried to relax my body and started to take long, slow, deep breaths. He removed his hand from my mouth and kissed me again, slowly pushing his cock a little bit deeper inside of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held onto him tightly as I wept into his ear; "It hurtss Daddyyy, it's hurting meee! Pleeasee Daddy, pleeaasee just make it feel better!" He held me tight against him, kissing and whispering into my ear; "Ohh my sweet girl. Alright baby, just hold onto Daddy tight, it won't. As I got out of the car and opened the tailgate, I heard someone call my name."Hey, Mrs. Reynolds how are you." came the voice from my right. As I turned I recognized the neighbor's k**. We had met two years ago when we had bought the house. His folks were younger than my husband and I, probably in their early 40s. He was my oldest daughter's age, 22 or 23. For the life of me, I could not remember his name."Oh, hi...ummm." I responded."It's Luke, Mrs. Reynolds. I live next door...we met a while. " Thanks Brenda," said Steve. "I hope you don't mind, but I'd ratherstay, as I'd be too nervous going home at a time like this. I'd like tobe here for my Melanie if she needs me. Maybe you could stop somewhereand I can run in and maybe just buy some sweats and a t-shirt to sleepin. All I need is the couch." I understand and that's sweet," said Brenda, patting his thigh as shedrove. "I love that you're a true friend and you want to be there forher. What a wonderful young lady you are. You boys.