I make no apologies for my choices or the results.I was divorced for the third time in my life in 2008. I am not proud of that. Sad is the best way to... describe it. Three times divorced is not a record any man should strive to achieve.My first marriage was a fool's errand. I was 18 and she was 17 and pregnant. She - we - got pregnant in July. We were married in October, the nineteenth to be exact, and our son was born in May. By the time he was eight months old, she was gone and so was my son.. “Calling you Mac,” Lorraine huffed.“It’s a strong, sturdy nickname, mother. I love when she calls me Mac,” he said petulantly.Grace smiled and suggested that Mac show her the backyard.“Wow, if daggers could shoot out her eyes, you’d be mopping up my blood in there,” Grace commented as they settled in at a table and chairs in the garden.“I’d wager you’d win that war, darling. My mother gets flustered easily and retreats. If we had stayed inside a few minutes longer, she would have wandered away.. I was so close to cumming that I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off much longer. I released her nipple from my lips and told the girls that I was going to cum soon if we didn't stop. April brought her face close to mine and I could see the intense desire in her eyes as she said, "That's ok, sweetie, I want you to cum. You're going to cum in her pussy and I'm going to watch you do it. I want to see you fill up her hot little cunt with all that sweet cum of yours." And then she kissed me more. Tess was cute. Tess was lovely. I loved that we were so close. One drunken night when all our other flatmates went to bed, we kissed, but I pulled away. She never tried anything like that again without my consent.In our second year, Tess and her boyfriend Daniel, me and my cuddly bear Steve and a couple of others moved into a house together. I’d had a shit summer and arranged to meet Steve at the house a day before the others got back. While he was never the most sexually active of fellas, I.