Is this all a cruel dream? Is all this happening in my head alone? Am I going crazy? Have I already gone crazy? Was my dear wife sexually abused by a ...lack man or was it merely my imagination gone wild? And did she enjoy it? Or is that imagined as well? Is it some cruel hoax being played on me? Or am I the one doing the playing?Ken shook his head and tried to make some sense of all that had happened. The more he thought, the more inconsistencies seemed to arise. The more threads seemed to come. He frowned but nodded. "That goes without saying. About Nora, we'll tell her about the upcoming happy event, but we won't tell her that the identity of the child's father is in question." David will tell her." Probably, no make that likely. Doesn't matter. The child is mine — period. We'll stonewall her and everyone else." He grinned. "I'm going to be a daddy again."He's in denial, she thought. No good can come from his approach to this problem. Hiding from a dire crisis with your head in the. A card did arrive a week after his birthday, he waited for the solace of the rock before he opened it. He seemed to know that being alone would be better. It was nothing special, just a plain off the shelf card. There was a hand written message. ‘Hi there, wanted to wish you a happy birthday. Miss you bunches. Sorry about not writing. Between the tour, the TV shows, and the new record deals, there just never seems to be any free time. Love ya.’ It did have OXOX at the bottom, but no promise of. She spread her legs wide as she could and started taunting him saying " fuck my pig cunt " and started to taunt me as well saying to me "this is how a real man fucks do you see him in my fucking cunt?" Well her brother was pumping the shit out of her and motions to me that he is about to cum and I tell her and she says to him cum in my fucking pussy I want to feel your cum in my pussy and he squirts inside of her and lay on her for a second.I tell him that he has to go and take Maribel into.