Ingrid Bergman's illegitimate child had angered many in 1950 but my four children in 1961 were even more controversial. Nobody, except a deluded one, ...would think that I would not watch out for my family. They had seen how I worked hard to bring about some social changes and strengthened the family as much as I could.I didn't get to finish talking before the retrofire started and I lined up the sights and did what I could while still talking. As the two large masses came closer a small probe. I wanted it in one of my mouths, so I leaned down to slide the nozzle between my lips. Alan let me take only a few sucks before he lifted my head up.“Oh no, baby, it’s my dessert, remember?” He stood up and dropped his trousers to the floor.He didn’t fold them this time but flipped me over onto my belly. Then he grabbed both my legs and dragged me down towards the foot of the bed. He stood between my legs and I heard the snap of the condom. He pushed my knees up and helped me crawl backward. I looked at him and said "I'm not like that I don't think.." just as I was about to finish he told me to shut up and just touch it with my hand.As I touched it with my hand it felt all soft and warm and before I knew I was rubbing all of his cock and his balls which was starting to grow and get harder. After a few rubs he was fully hard and I would say it was about 7" and thin, I thought that WOW he's bigger than me and couldn't believe how warm it still felt and how nice the hardness felt. As. My wife and I. I always regretted that... never had a little one to bounce on my knee." I stared at her wistfully, "Helping you... would be helping her."I laughed as the little girl was being pushed higher and higher on the swings, "Coming here, makes me feel younger... seeing her laugh like that, makes me a child again."I faced her again as she watched her child, "I... I wanted to tell you something Mrs. Marley..." I paused to search for the words that wouldn't make me sound like a complete.