I know that my father and brothers weredisappointed in the fact that I did not act macho. I just wanted to beme and did not think that it is wrong fo... a man to be sensitive and intouch with his feelings.I guess I have been a quiet dreamer all of my life. I liked to enjoy thebeauty of roses and the other flowers in bloom. I loved to smell thefragrance of fresh cut grass. I enjoyed the gurgling of a water fall orthe babbling of a brook. Maybe this may make me seem like less of a man,compared. She hoped it wouldn’t make her fat with heavy thickness in her middle but she knew with that certain feminine sense of proportion that it was Rod that presented the most danger of swelling her middle. He was buried quite serenely in her mysterious femininity like the proverbial “Salami” in a celestial void of cosmic wonder.Alice swallowed Rod and milked him with her nicely trained channel like a Parisian Peacock primed to take it all and never worry about change. Poor Rod was at a crossroads. "I am your husband Tonya. Why do I have to prove myself to you," he said watching her get straps together to strap him in the chair. "Don't do this to me." You are not a man Max. You lost the right to be a man when you slept with that slut Ginger. You are a whimpering sissy now and I am very understanding of what you are and I know what you need, so sit down so I can get you ready," she said pushing into the chair."I don't like the idea of you having sex with other men Tonya. I'm your husband,". So I fucked the shit out of my son thinking I was making love with my ex. The next morning when I woke up with my hangover I freaked out. I was naked waking up next to my son. I thought, “Shit, I didn’t fuck my son last night.” My son was also naked and I check his dick. He had no condom on. I knew I outdone myself this time. Not only I fucked my own son, but I might get pregnant by him. I didn’t know how to react.I tried to get out of his bed quietly so I don’t wake him up, but it was without.