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John was uncharacteristically nervous. He fidgeted with his hands. Carrie leaned over and squeezed his hand.

"You've got this, Daddy," she whispered. She'd had a busy week, working with John to set a budget for home renovations, getting the first treatment to turn her hair blonde, getting her clit hood pierced, a mani and pedi, joining a local yoga studio and gym, all this despite her simmering anger with you.

"Thanks Barbie," he replied, smiling back. Then he stood.

"Hi. My name is John, and I'm an alcoholic." The crowd murmured acknowledgement. "I know some of y'all, and many of you know my background. But I didn't turn to **** because of injury or failure on the field. My wife, Cathleen, got pregnant senior year of high school, weeks before we graduated, with a boy. It was scary. But exciting too. I thought of teaching him football, roughhousing, hunting, things I did with my friends and family growing up. But he wasn't that way. He didn't like things I liked, and he became a person I just didn't understand. When he was 6, Cathleen gave birth to my daughter Sam. It was a hard pregnancy, and Cathleen almost died. And my son ... it never got better. He lived a lifestyle I couldn't condone. My wife knew what I wanted most was a son that I could relate to. Despite the risks, she offered to have a third child, and despite the risks, I agreed. She gave birth to Chad and she died. I got what I wanted and lost everything I had. And that guilt has consumed me since." John sat down, burying his head in his hands, as the crowd applauded.

Carrie drove him home, leading him upstairs.

"Whiskey ... I need whiskey," John rasped.

"No, John," Carrie said firmly. She was touched by his vulnerability. She wanted this, and more importantly, she knew he needed it. "Make love to me." His eyes cleared as she kissed him passionately.

They undressed each quickly, and she pulled her on top of him, his large cock already nearly full staff. He pushed against her pussy, the old stallion mating with the prized young mare. Carrie almost regretted being on birth control. His cock burrowed inside her, stretching her out as they fucked, two finally becoming one. His balls slapping her tight asshole. And finally, emptying those balls into her womb as she came. In the afterglow, Carrie breathed John in.

"Daddy ... when you said your son was living a lifestyle you couldn't condone ..."

"Barbie ... its been a hell of a night, and I'm emotionally wrought. But I will tell you one day."

"I ... understand, Daddy."