Page 32 of Brutal Scoundrel

Over the years, and with each child she bears, my wife gets a little softer around the edges, a little fuller in some areas, and I’m obsessed with every inch. I eat her out every chance I get, and can never quite get my fill. I’m so glad that I waited for her, because every time we make love it reminds me that she’s it for me. There was never another and there never will be. I’ll love her until we’re old together, and I’ll love her into eternity after that.

And in the end, that’s what life is all about. I know that now, as I look around at my family gathered together.

Love comes in so many forms, and I’m here for every single one of them.