So, you ask, why didn't one (or more) of those knocked up beauties claim Jack for the husband they all needed? It was because Jack was... well... stup...d. Not one of those girls wanted to be stuck with him for a husband, because they all knew they'd starve if they had to depend on him for support.So, you ask, why then did those girls have anything at all to do with this stupid boy? It was because Jack was... well... hung like a horse. And not any horse. He was hung like a Clydesdale, with a big. "Eat Jack's cum outta my pussy!"I hit my knees and slammed my face to her dripping snatch, and Beth latched her scissoring thighs around my ears to hold me tight as I sucked every drop of his sweet goo from her cunt. It tasted heavenly and I couldn't stop eating her, swallowing every tangy, thick ounce of his cream."Shit, I said I'd save some for him," she giggled. "Oh, well, guess you just gotta replace what you ate!" No problem, lover," I laughed.I knelt between her legs and quietly fucked. By this time Barry’s cock was raging hard and the head was all purpleand he had started to stroke himself to a frenzy. The excitement got tohim fast and he blew his load all over his hand. “Wheweee!!”, he said tohimself “I bet Brad’s never seen nothing like this”. So he quickly put hisdick into his pants, wiped off his hands on an old rag and stuffed themagazine under his shirt and headed for the house. Once inside he peeked into the living room to. They could run their tests if they liked, perhaps they could even identify what, exactly, had happened, but the answer was academic. What it came down to was that his time was up. It was okay, though – he had lived a good life with few regrets, been married to a beautiful, sweet woman for more than fifty years, fathered and raised three sons and a daughter, seen seven grandchildren be born and most of them grow up – a few were still teens, God help their parents – and had lived long enough to.