" Maybe she was afraid there would be a scene and that you'd beat the shit out of Jack," I shot back."God damn it I would have!" Artemis virtually scr...amed. The three of us faced a new reality. We weren't important enough to our various spouses for them to spend the last two or three days on earth together. Instead they were going to live out fuck fantasies with our so called "friends." It was a bitter pill to swallow.We ate breakfast almost in silence. Afterward Bill attempted to snap us out. After what must have seemed an eternity for Miss Pretty, but only a very short time for me, my father then very slowly and carefully pulled his finger out of her ass. Just as the finger finally came out and her ass hole closed, Miss Pretty gave an extra squeal of pain which released an emotion in me that I do not wish to discuss. At that moment in time, my cock got even harder than it had been before and all I could think of was pulling Miss Pretty back down the table and burying my engorged. I ask him to seek help from someone, something stronger than me. He doesn’t believe it will help. He doesn’t rant and rave, he quietly accepts this as his happiness. It is what he wants. He apologizes to me for God bringing me into his life when He did. I thank God. His mother thanks me, and God, for coming around when I did. Like I’m supposed to make a difference. Like knowing him fulfills my divine mission in this lifetime. I hope in some small way I have helped, I hope in some small way. It’s my time of the month.” Mark looked so dejected by my statement. It wasn’t true, but I didn’t want him to know my secret until after tonight was all over. I whispered into his ear, “There are two other holes you know.” Mark smiled and pointed the camcorder in my direction. I got off of the couch, got on my knees, and faced Mark. His nice hard cock was inches from my face. As I was caressing his manhood and looking up at his eyes, it felt like a thousand questions were going through my mind..