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Subject: True Life Of A Sex Addict – Part Two True Life Of A Sex Addict – Part Two Categories: Gay, Incest, First Time Written By Andrew Marcus hoo Please donate to Nifty and keep this wonderful resource free and available for future generations to come. First and foremost, thank you Nifty for putting my story on a wonderful site, secondly; a big thank you from all of you who contacted me, sharing your comments with me. It’s such a privilege to be able to share my life story all the while hearing from others who are members of an elite group of fathers and sons. -Enjoy- I was the youngest of 5 children in my family, I had three brothers; Dave(13), Pat(11) and Matt(7), and one sister; Karen(3). My mother was 36 and my father was 42 when I was born on October 9, 1970, two-weeks late mind you! My mother so desperately wanted another daughter, I don’t think my father cared either way, because I was conceived by accident! Typical for large Irish Catholic families! 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