I want to be a good father to him, something my own never did for me. Fortunately, I have a great support system. My mom babysits River for me wheneve...r she could,’ Ben said. ‘That’s wonderful,’ Elle said softly. He nodded. ‘Yeah, if it’s one thing Karen and I agreed on, it’s that no matter what, our son deserves to be loved. Both of us came from broken families, so we know how it felt like, like we were not enough. Obviously, Karen and I hadn’t worked out, but that doesn’t mean our son should. I let my mind drift back to how she and my dad had met…It wasn’t a love story for the ages, but it was a love story nonetheless…My mom died when I was nine. My dad dutifully shouldered the responsibility of taking care of me. It didn’t really seem like something he wanted to do, it was just another task that he put his shoulder to, another boulder that he pushed up the hill.At the time, he worked at a mill, graveyard shift. By the time I was eleven I had gone through several babysitters. I went. I threw my head back and moaned and shot again! My boy cock and balls were rubbing against the thick wiry hair on his chest combined with the stretching open of my hole and his cock pushing across my prostate I shot gobs. He knew what he was doing and took advantage of the situation to fuck me deeper, harder and faster. I did almost pass out and realized from his moaning that he was shooting too!I wanted it to end, but he just kept going, and in less than 30 seconds it was feeling good again,. It was too much, pure insanity.Without another word, Stacey reached her left up and began to caress his massive balls, she was unable to fit his entire pouch in her hand, and seemed to massage from ball to ball, tilting her head in awe as she massaged his sex organ. Her right hand was still slowly pumping on his cock, it seemed to take an eternity to travel up to the large head, and back down to the base. She dropped his testicles back onto the couch cushion, and began using both hands to.