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 dam... 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 very own way, we think he loved us. We knew, somehow, he loved Mom and died, slowly,. She was beyond the power of speech, emitting only feral grunts. At same time I reached around and delicately began to insert my finger into her moistened anus. She thrashed. Slowly I worked it in until I felt the sphincter relax and I slowly pushed to the second knuckle. I felt her contractions begin. As they mounted, I ever so slowly began to withdraw my finger in time to the contractions.“Oh God! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! I’m coming!” Carrie groaned. Her orgasm built stage upon stage and with. More

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