Is it so wrong for a man to feel loved? I haven't seen my kids in months. Since court. I caught up on my child support, I sacrificed. Barely had enough to cover months of rent but I made sure my 3 kids were straight. Straight. What's that? Was I ever straight? I remember what I was sexually. Until I saw it. Until I saw my former sex worker wife Stephanie fukking my best friend Dennis. How can I be straight? I saw his dikk as it slipped out upon penetration, covered in your yoni cream to the base and dropped down his balls. We locked eyes and he grinned and then shoved his meat back inside her. Her. Her was my wife. Now she was his sexual instrument. Each stroke caused a musical wail of orgasmic bliss. You ever heard your wife beg for a man to impregnate her and she tells her new man you will raise it as your own? Have you ever had an erection from watching your wife become vessel of carnal lustful rage? I did. And my erection was so stiff, I gave in and touched myself. Stephanie saw me. Told me I'm not a man when her breathes returned in between the pounding.
I ejaculated on the carpet in front them. As of my spent semen was an offering to two sexual gods performing for me. No. No.
My family! I miss my family! Stephanie took them away from me! Tangelica, Breon and Myron! But this Christmas Daddy gonna make us see each other one last time! We will be a family! My shotgun will make it right! Daddy loves his babies! I love my family!