When she was more comfortable about these things, Sue came back to the subject of how I could bear to see her pregnant with Francis’ baby. For both ...f us, abortion which was still a legal possibility was not a moral alternative we were comfortable with. Maybe okay for others, but not for us.But whenever Sue raised this, I reminded her of what I’d been prepared to do to just keep her in my life for half the week. Now I had her fully back, and to me helping her raise another little human being. It was not something she could ever ask of someone. The discerning eye would just have to recognize it, only possible if he shared the same void. Her need was to fill that void, by getting fucked to within an inch of her life. Not out of cruelty, not out of misogyny, not out of bitterness, but out of love. The realization left him lightheaded. He shoved her face into his other armpit, enjoying the fever of nastiness that had taken over her. He let go of her head and reached back down between. Dad gets a look of astonishment on his face, and softly utters “You dick head is 7” around”? Proudly I come back with “Ya—big shroom—prolly ozzing juice right now. Here—check it out”.I hook my left thumb in the waistband of my sweats, and pull them down to just the top of my hairy thighs. Grabbing the top of my 10” boner, I squeeze my big purple mushroom head, and coax a nice bubble of juice out, then rub it around some, making it all nice and shiny. “Jesus christ son—ur a fuckin monster. You. “Why did you get divorced, if I might ask?” I inquired, curious now.“She left me for her boyfriend, sir. She said that I had neglected her, which to be fair I had at times, and that she never wanted to be First Lady of New Mexico. Mayor of Santa Fe was tolerable, if a bit hectic, but the Governor’s Mansion was just too much. She was the wrong wife for me at this point and I was the wrong husband for her. I understand your new worldview, and I can respect that sharing is good, but this wasn’t.