Mom had his phone number in her head memorized and she even dialed the number for me and made the brief introductions, and until the phone went dead i... my hand about fifteen minutes later I was at least now able to speak with the man who had sired me, my real father. We didn't have long to speak, but Lucy was right. He was indeed proud of me, and I in turn was now proud to call him 'Father', something I could never do with my late stepfather.It was nearly all too late, but by the time the phone. He smiled and said that my white wife had asked for more cocks…I walked over Anita to ask her if she was fine; but it was useless; just right then, my sensual wife was being rammed hard and she only could cry and moan with pleasure…Samuel grunted and he suddenly pulled out after filling my wife’s wet pussy with his warm semen. I could notice her pussy lips were swollen and red, after the brutal treat they were having.Wilfred claimed a new turn in my sweet wife’s body. He made her turn around. ’ Chris said. ‘You’re not a girl, you’re a very effeminate man.’ Will shrugged, ‘I’ve said this before, that you’ve kind of backed yourself into a corner with your own behavior.’ ‘I know, I know,’ Chris said. ‘Sometimes, though I just think about other things, other paths my life might have taken, had I not known you.’ They exchanged places, the big man still facing him, letting the just-shy-of-scorching hot water hit his lower back. Chris watched him, his body with it’s large, fat-laden. He told us he’d be by to collect them, once he was discharged from the service and after you found a place of your own to call home. I still can’t believe he’s gone. As if it all happened yesterday, I still miss him. Anyway, here are a few snapshots of him as a teenager, one taken, when he was on his way to his high school prom with you. You have the recent photos of him in his uniform and if you still have them, please send me one of him in his dress blues. I’d like to have that to frame for.