There had to be something more. He hadn’t loved her, it had been a long time since he loved anyone. Did he even like her? She was loyal and helpful,...and took care of him when he was sick. He also took care of her. Was that enough to consider her important to him? He couldn’t tell. He had spent countless lifetimes pretending to be a friend, son, a classmate, a coworker, a husband, even a father. When was the last time he actually liked someone and wasn’t just wearing the façade of politeness. I sat cross-legged on the bed with my cum dripping cunt exposed.“Now, tell me what happened? I cannot believe that I raped you; I am not such a bad father,” he said.I saw him looking intently at my hairy bush and became suddenly shy. I wanted to cover with a blanket but he stopped me.I said, “It all happened so suddenly, had I known we would fuck, I would have shaved my cunt.”Dad smiled and said, “I love hairy cunts; your mom always had a thick bush. You look so much like your mom, including a. It’s sad to see how slowly we learn right from wrong, but that’s the way it is. She still gives us second chances. She gives us the chance to learn from our mistakes, but I worry that sometimes it hurts her irreparably when we fail. Ultimately each of us has to remember that we are not only responsible for ourselves but also for each other. It’s tough on her, but she has let us make our own choices. Then we have to live with the consequences. She’s getting older. I remember when I was a kid I. My beautiful little wife looked absolutely gorgeous. She had her skirt pulled up a little extra high and her legs looked a mile long encased in coffee colored pantyhose. She looked perfectly innocent and I'd never known that she just had her married pussy torn up if she hadn't told me earlier. As soon as she stepped inside I closed the door then put my hands on her hips and pulled her close. I kissed her and asked if she a good time. She kicked off her high heels and said oh yes, then she.