This wasn’t Francis fucking Sue, it was a couple making love. A baby they’d made sat in Sue’s tummy between them, a physical embodiment of their...love.On and on they moved together, two bodies in harmony and unison, mouths locked together as they locked into one another’s eyes. Until finally Francis’ smile told me that their special moment was once again close, and they increased their pace together until Sue’s legs drew him in one last time and he bellowed his achievement as they came together.. Tom smiles back warmly at his daughter. “Without all the blood in there it’s now like a deflated balloon.” He says with a chuckle.“And this is where the sperm is made?” she asks running her fingers over his balls.“That’s right. I guess you did learn something from that class.” He says. The setting seems so surreal. They had each just masturbated in front of each other and now his daughter was examining his privates so casually and he was allowing it and even encouraging it by casually. He was literally saved by the bell.“When the second round began, the young buck was slightly off, while the ol’ Kahuna looked like he had gotten his second wind. I probably should have arranged to test his water, too. It probably had something in it to pep him up. By the fourth round, the young buck was definitely off. You might not have noticed it if you weren’t looking for it, but he was slower and seemed weaker than he should have been. Kohwee, on the other hand, was growing stronger with. He wished that he didn’t have to take it alone. That was still an argument for saving the marriage. In fact, it was slowly becoming the only argument for saving it.He picked up his cell phone and scrolled through his contact list. Finding the name he wanted, he started the call.“Hello, Bert, this is Paul.”“Hello, Paul. How are you doing?”“I’m doing fine. How about yourself.”“I’m doing well,” Bert replied. “Our health is good and Sue is happy. Things are great.”“I was wondering if you and Sue.