I didnt mind the age difference at all. And i didnt feel guilty either, its not like my boyfriend had any time for me anyways. We would have phone sex... every night. He would tell me what he would do to me, what he was doing, and what he wanted me to do to myself, and i did the same. As time passed by, logan became a part of my life, we would talk every single night. We would sext, have phone sex, and send eachother videos of us masturbating. Then one day he asked to have cam sex with me and i. It hurts like hell. I hear the same sound again. A moment later, I am turned on my back and wheeled out.People are scurrying about. They are talking. I can make out at least three different voices but can't make sense of the conversation. For them, I am an object. My personality is not important. They are working on me, trying to fix me. I am thankful. No one is going to hurt me anymore. In this moment, I feel my left foot being lifted. Someone's strong hands are holding it. They clasp around. She wasn't mad at all just very confused. I told her i would delete it. She said i didn't have to. Well that evening my brother had a show to do with his band and she was staying home. I was down stairs watching tv when she came down in a silky night gown that you could see everything. She got some water and said you want to watch a movie. Well i wasn't going to say no to that so i followed her up stairs. Her ass jiggling in my face as we went up the steps. We got upstairs and i sat in front of. ‘It’s nice to meet you, Roxanne. My name is Bob Castle.’ ‘Call me Roxie. Everyone does.’ The she asked, ‘Do you work nearby? I only ask because we don’t usually see the dads at weekday practice.’ ‘Uh, my wife died a few years back, so I work at home and take care of Tommy.’ Roxie cringed, ‘Oh, I am so sorry. That’s me, always talking without thinking. I hope you don’t think I’m rude.’ ‘It’s OK. You had no way of knowing.’ After an awkward pause I asked, ‘Which one is your son?’ ‘Oh. Jason is.