I don’t want to say midlife crisis, I wasn’t even thirty yet, for Christ’s sake. The second miscarriage, I felt next to nothing at all. All hope...had left me at that point and I think that kept me mildly sane.It was winter when I left. Another cold lonesome winter. But, let’s be honest, my mind had wandered long before I left. All my life, my mind had wandered. There must be more to life than just one man; the house, the kid, the job. All so mundane. So, I willed my mind to wander. I had. He told me I needed new brakes but, oh no, I had to do everything my way instead of taking advice. Yeah, smart-ass, look where it’s got you.I pushed my shoulder into the door, but I couldn’t open it against the pile of snow. And only now I realized that I wasn’t dressed to climb a snowbank. See, there I go again: why hadn’t I changed into warm winter clothes at work? Tell you why — because I had to look sexy to drive. Damn, Terry, you can be a real ass.But I did know one thing: if I sat there. The doorbell rang and Marie told me to think about what I would like to do while she was out, squeezing my obvious erection as she kissed me goodbye.Marie arrived home around 1am and slid into bed, naked, next to me. She reached under the quilt and took my cock in her hand and began to wank me as we kissed. She told me she had been thinking about our chat all evening and couldn’t wait to hear what I had been thinking about. I raised myself onto my elbow and slipped my hand between her legs. She whimpered a bit as he moved away from her but as he moved behind her, she knew she was in for a treat just like when she was little. She moaned softly as she felt him pushing inside her. “I love you too daddy.”He held her hips as he fucked his cock into her. "Do you baby doll? Do you love Daddy enough to give me a baby?"“Yes daddy, your baby girl will do anything to be a good girl for her daddy.” Angel replied as she continued to moan in pleasure. “Baby girl you're so sexy!” He fucked her.