I was shoving his cock as far down my throat as I could take it. When I came up for a breath of air I told him I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I was ...troking and bobbing my head up and down on his beautiful cock. My heart was pounding. He would pull it out of my mouth and stroke it while I licked around his swollen head. Then he would shove it back in my mouth and I would take both hands and start stroking. After a few minutes I could tell he was about to cum, his cock got really hard and his. I know you and Martha’s divorce was hard on you, but you’re still young enough to remarry and have a child.”“Theoretically, but my inability to give Martha a child was a major factor in the divorce. If I ever have a family I’ll have to find an instant one, and most of those come with too much baggage.““That may be true, Malcolm, but I wouldn’t stop looking. You might find what you’re looking for among some of the women who’ve lost husbands in the middle east.”“It seems to me they would’ve had. "Damn the luck," I muttered to myself as I looked across the room. Dad was home!He stood near the swinging batwing doors that separated the living room from the kitchen, his suitcase in hand."Leaving already?" I asked."'Fraid so, son, he said as Mom entered from the kitchen. "'Fraid so."I could see that Mom had been crying. She looked a little angry, too. I was about to ask what was wrong when she spoke."Tell him why," she said, her voice full of bitterness.Dad gulped as he silently looked. I just grinned and told her we’d find something for her to get comfortable in. I closed the door and was soon rewarded with the sound of her singing along to the music.Her assistant manager was a good chef in her own right, and I had bribed her into getting Sandy’s sizes and doing a little shopping. A trip to Victoria’s Secret netted a couple of really nice gowns, two teddies, bras and panties that were sexy, some that were just comfortable, and some that were both. There was a nice silk robe.