How could he not forget
Not drink in every precious second of their time together
His son's musky young scent still fresh and lingering upon the pads of his rough and calloused fingers
John's eldest at his peak of sexual awareness
19 So Strong Virile
Tanned supple flesh dusted ever so lightly with freckles
Dean's hard body standing nude.. exposed..vunerable
Whispered words barely escaped full parted lips John couldn't ignore
Refused to ignore..
'Dad..please'
His son's pleading and begging with wide injured eyes drove him mad
John would do anything
The Marine's drawl was low..deep.. 'fuckin beautiful ..just beautiful'
Never such a perfect form had he seen
How could he forget
Why would he want too
It feels too right
Unconditional
Natural
Lust-filled
Obedient
Satisfying
Perverse
Perfect
Why would he ever want to forget..