They were nice, but they weren't Daddy. I was thirteen when I turned out to be pregnant, and Mama made me kill it, even though the Church says that's ...a sin. She didn't ask who the father was, and I didn't tell her, either. I often wonder if that meant that she knew. It certainly didn't stop her from riding Daddy whenever she wanted him. I could hear their screams at least two or three times a week. She also fooled around with Uncle Ricky, but I never told anyone that I knew. Daddy wasn't. Looking at it, estimating it is some 9 inches in length and as big around as a beer bottle another shiver of horror passes through my body. Lifting the probe I bring the tip close to my nose and sniff, the over overwhelming smell of camphor and menthol makes my eyes water and my throat gag. Wrapping my hand around the thick probe I imagine the pain as it is crammed into my ass, ripping open the puckered flesh. Feeling it cruelly rammed deeper and deeper until it is buried to the hilt in my. ” Mother and daughter finished dressing and left the house. They spent the day trying on dresses and shoes. Nothing made Helen happy. Nothing is the only thing that she would have been happy with. Finally, it was up to Pat to select a dress and shoes. With their new outfits picked out, the two ladies returned home. Helen was barley in the door when she started to take her clothes off. Her panties were the first to go. She took them off in the kitchen and threw them into the garbage can. She. “By the way, Ed; at best, you’re the third best pistol shot among the four of us.”Anna and I got down, picked up all the empty brass, putting them and the partial magazines in our saddle bags, and putting a full magazine in our pockets.As we resumed our travel I said, “The men you’ll be tracking won’t be interested in going to jail, and will do everything in their power to stop you from arresting them. They will try to hide their tracks, they will set up ambushes, they will create false trails.