Can you understand what I’m saying.”“I guess so, mom. But what can we do? I want to do something!” said Rebecca.“Find someone for him to hel... him,” said her mother.“You mean a wife?” said Rebecca.“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean,” said Claire.“But he doesn’t have any legs?” said Becca.“That doesn’t mean he can’t be a good husband to some woman. But yes, it is going to be hard to find a woman for him,” said Claire.“But you are going to try?” said Rebecca.“Try, yes. Whether I can succeed is. She also added that she for sure had planned to have at least three more k**s - "all from Jim of course" - her words. Additionally, while she was trying to get pregnant, she also let me know that rather than risk a ruptured rubber, sex for me was to be limited to pussy sucking and being jacked off, either by her, or on a do it myself basis.The most tormenting and hurtful thing to me was for both our parents to encourage and endorse my wife's precautions to ensure that only Jim had the chance. I love knowing that while I'm beating them at all the shit they consider manly, I'm doing the thing they consider most unmanly.” “You are one contrary motherfucker. And you sure do think a lot.” “Guilty. On both counts.” “Ken,” he said, “I just don't want to make you feel... less, I guess.” “I am less than no one, my love,” I said. “And we just tripped into some shit you need to think about.” “Yeah,” he said after a few strides. “Maybe.” “Look,” I said. “Sexual roles don't define shit outside. Her face was extremely attractive with light grey eyes highlighted with a smokey coloured eye shadow, a hint of rouge and scarlet lips. The crowning piece of this beauty was a mane of thick waste length red hair. If you can picture the archetypical goddess as depicted by the genius artist Bill Ward in his erotic cartoons, that's what my eyes were beholding at this instant. The picture I've just described was not quite complete. As she extended her arm to shake my hand I could see that they were.