He's on his knees right above my chest/neck. By now i get the picture, he was about to face fuck me. If you have read my other stories you know that j...y's dick is slightly over 10 inches and fat, so fat only half of his dick could fit in my mouth. He puts his dick in my mouth, it slides against my tongue and hits the back of my throat, I gag; he says in a disappointed voice " man damn come on, i got a bitch that can put her whole dick in my mouth, shit nigga you gagging already" I get it in my. "I may only have one chance at a baby with you, regardless of my genes," Rachel said. Her voice weakened into something akin to a plea for understanding.I was not going to risk pissing off every woman in my life by trying to stop Rachel from tweaking nature's odds in her favor so I shrugged. It was not a good fight to pick as long as the women considered it a part of their responsibilities. At the end of the day, they would not argue with me about my business plans; I would not argue with them. ’ I’m not sure where that saying came from but, it reminds me that my story is about one man’s life with all the variations and is not about some pity request. I was going to leave this story alone, keeping it just about a single man’s strength of will and intent to raise his son in safety. This is a true story for the most part and, while about 90% of it is true there are some aspects of this story that I invented due to lack of memory and a need to keep the flow of the story. Oh, and who said. He had no idea of what he had been through now, the past was gone. In this I felt I'd done him a favour in more ways than one. Now he could really start again, with me. His face was healing well. The tiny scar on his head was almost gone. He would probably never notice it. He was looking at me with his beautiful eyes, so much prettier for the surgery. But there was something missing, the part of him that had made him Luke. He spoke less and when he did talk it was in response to my prompting,.