John seemed a bit confused by the questions, it was clear he was a little slow, not a total dullard, but someone who obviously took time to think out their responses.<strong>"If yer askin, I gotta answer ya honest.  It's been over ten years since my wife even let me sleep under my own roof.  Mades me sleep out in the barn like the other animals she did.  A few years before that since I got to sleep in a real bed, made me sleep on the floor y see.  An even longer afore that since she ever touched me.  Said I was too vile.  M'boy, Kitin, she got wif him a few months after we gots married.  An after that she never let me lay atop her no more.  Would only suck me wif her mouth or stroke me wif her hand.  Still she gave me two daughters afterwards, Serra an Kerra.  She said it was cause she swallowed my seed an tha's how it gots in her belly.  But it's been nearly twenty years since I felt a warm bit o trim around m' rod, an I been prayin that the gods would see right to change that a'fore I leave this town forever."</strong><br/><br/>He twitched aside the blanket and showed his bare cock.  His shaft was turgid, the head purple and swollen with need, clear precum already leaking from the tip and running down the shaft.<strong>"An if you are the answers to m' prayers, I'm hopin it's that one!"</strong><br/><br/>It seemed obvious that if this man was telling the truth, his wife wasn't the fine and wonderful woman that Lucille had been expecting.  She'd obviously cuckolded him, fucking someone else behind his back and lying to him.  Poor man was obviously too dull to realize that she couldn't have gotten pregnant with 'his' daughters' just from oral sex.