My father was an odd combination of Ike Turner and Mister from The Color Purple, so no need to feel sad about it. That is not an exaggeration, but an accurate depiction of him, and that might be me taking it easy on him. Y'all can send y'all condolences if you want, but you don't have to
Funny, but true story: I was making this married chick I'm fucking bow to Zod and she said, "I love calling you Daddy" when my phone rang. It was the hospital. I answered, not stopping the rhythm, and only because I recognized the hospital number.
I answered knowing what the call was going to be, and as the woman told me that my dad passed (they took him off the ventilator earlier this morning), ole girl covered her mouth to keep from screaming, and I put a finger in her pussy to complete the Solo DP to make her attempt at being quiet as difficult as possible.
The phone call didn't last a minute, but I didn't stop the rhythm. I got off the phone and went back to trying to kill that broad, and her eyes rolled over white and she tried to talk and potentially console me, she was doing just that. I am still amazed by women who come from anal, and watching a woman have several orgasms from a solo double penetration was a pretty good consolation prize for the situation.
When we got done, she said, "I feel like it was my fault."
"Why? Cuz you said you love calling me Daddy? And then I got a call that my dad died. Yeah lol, that was your fault."
I'm trying to make light of it, but truth be told, my dad wasn't a nice person. Not to me, not to my brother or sister or my mother. Not to many people.
Over the past 9 years, we've communicated more, he's expressed his apologies for being a bad father and I've accepted that apology as much as I could.
When I told my sister yesterday that my father was dying and probably wouldn't live out the week, she said, "Okay. Did you see the movie Sinners?"
She couldn't have cared less, and we spent the next 20 minutes talking about the movie. Today, rather than call, I just texted her and she texted back RIP. That's it
You reap what you sew most times, and right now The greatest example anyone can have for improving themselves and how they treat people Is my father. I'm glad I got away from him when I did.
One time I watched my father throw my mother down the stairs and run behind her as she tumbled, punching her in the mouth at the bottom of the stairs knocking out her front tooth. This is what I grew up with seeing. I can't remember my parents ever being affectionate in any way.
1987, I was 10 when my father was working second shift and my aunt (his sister) and her two kids were living with My father, mother, brother, sister and I. My mother told my aunt that she was going to see Eddie Murphy raw and asked my aunt to watch my brother sister and I and my aunt said okay.
When my dad returned home from work, he asked where my mother was and my aunt said she just left and didn't say where she was going. So when my mother got home about 20 minutes later he beat the shit out of her. He put her out, threw out her stuff and told us not to answer the door when she came by.
That lie my aunt told, and the ramifications of the situation forced my mother to get a place of her own and she eventually got custody of us to get us out of that crazy house. That lie that my aunt told probably saved my life.
Most boys who witness abuse like that turn into abusers, and I believe had I seen that until I turned 18 I might be one of those guys. However, I lived with my mother between 12 and 18, so thankfully I didn't have to watch abuse my entire childhood.
I'm not sad, and I didn't cry. Unlike when someone who dies that I'll miss, I can't say I'll miss him. He did a whole lot to make me hate him over first 18 years of my life, and what he's done these subsequent 9 years just made me not hate him, which is just about as good as he was going to get with me.
Since I was the only one of the three of us kids that wanted to have anything to do with him at all, it was the best he could hope for.
I don't have any kids (yet), but what I did learn from my father is what not to do. How I'm not to treat your woman or wife, how not to treat her kids. I am a better man now because of my father's failures, so for that lesson I will say rest in peace Dad
Though it may seem lightweight inappropriate, I really don't care. This is the sexy ass I was tagging when I got the call. I sent her back to her husband about 40 orgasms full
Funny, but true story: I was making this married chick I'm fucking bow to Zod and she said, "I love calling you Daddy" when my phone rang. It was the hospital. I answered, not stopping the rhythm, and only because I recognized the hospital number.
I answered knowing what the call was going to be, and as the woman told me that my dad passed (they took him off the ventilator earlier this morning), ole girl covered her mouth to keep from screaming, and I put a finger in her pussy to complete the Solo DP to make her attempt at being quiet as difficult as possible.
The phone call didn't last a minute, but I didn't stop the rhythm. I got off the phone and went back to trying to kill that broad, and her eyes rolled over white and she tried to talk and potentially console me, she was doing just that. I am still amazed by women who come from anal, and watching a woman have several orgasms from a solo double penetration was a pretty good consolation prize for the situation.
When we got done, she said, "I feel like it was my fault."
"Why? Cuz you said you love calling me Daddy? And then I got a call that my dad died. Yeah lol, that was your fault."
I'm trying to make light of it, but truth be told, my dad wasn't a nice person. Not to me, not to my brother or sister or my mother. Not to many people.
Over the past 9 years, we've communicated more, he's expressed his apologies for being a bad father and I've accepted that apology as much as I could.
When I told my sister yesterday that my father was dying and probably wouldn't live out the week, she said, "Okay. Did you see the movie Sinners?"
She couldn't have cared less, and we spent the next 20 minutes talking about the movie. Today, rather than call, I just texted her and she texted back RIP. That's it
You reap what you sew most times, and right now The greatest example anyone can have for improving themselves and how they treat people Is my father. I'm glad I got away from him when I did.
One time I watched my father throw my mother down the stairs and run behind her as she tumbled, punching her in the mouth at the bottom of the stairs knocking out her front tooth. This is what I grew up with seeing. I can't remember my parents ever being affectionate in any way.
1987, I was 10 when my father was working second shift and my aunt (his sister) and her two kids were living with My father, mother, brother, sister and I. My mother told my aunt that she was going to see Eddie Murphy raw and asked my aunt to watch my brother sister and I and my aunt said okay.
When my dad returned home from work, he asked where my mother was and my aunt said she just left and didn't say where she was going. So when my mother got home about 20 minutes later he beat the shit out of her. He put her out, threw out her stuff and told us not to answer the door when she came by.
That lie my aunt told, and the ramifications of the situation forced my mother to get a place of her own and she eventually got custody of us to get us out of that crazy house. That lie that my aunt told probably saved my life.
Most boys who witness abuse like that turn into abusers, and I believe had I seen that until I turned 18 I might be one of those guys. However, I lived with my mother between 12 and 18, so thankfully I didn't have to watch abuse my entire childhood.
I'm not sad, and I didn't cry. Unlike when someone who dies that I'll miss, I can't say I'll miss him. He did a whole lot to make me hate him over first 18 years of my life, and what he's done these subsequent 9 years just made me not hate him, which is just about as good as he was going to get with me.
Since I was the only one of the three of us kids that wanted to have anything to do with him at all, it was the best he could hope for.
I don't have any kids (yet), but what I did learn from my father is what not to do. How I'm not to treat your woman or wife, how not to treat her kids. I am a better man now because of my father's failures, so for that lesson I will say rest in peace Dad
Though it may seem lightweight inappropriate, I really don't care. This is the sexy ass I was tagging when I got the call. I sent her back to her husband about 40 orgasms full
