The oldest had just had her first child. It all just made me feel more and more like I was failing at the game of life. In pictures from this time, I'...m rarely smiling. I smile more these days. It was August. According to the papers, it was the hottest month on record, with temperatures climbing above thirty degrees Celsius every day for the past week and a half. I'd just gotten off work, and was driving home when all the traffic lights winked out. The windows of the shops along the main street. . intimacy has me just ... enjoying my good friends, all of whom happen to be pretty girls. Well, I admit to another reaction, but that reaction isn’t as strong as the feeling that I’m so happy that I worked out of much of my shyness with girls so I can have ... this. Dealing with all the touching yesterday was more difficult, but I’m certain I could do it again and not have problem with control, not that I’m advocating for that to happen again. I’m not. I’ll be very happy if this can happen. Or one of my friends might tell me.I didn’t have much time to think about it because Larry was naked behind me and was rubbing his cock up and down and around my asshole. I guess he was getting it lubed up with Bob’s cum that had leaked out of me. Then I felt the head going into me. He didn’t stop with just the head, he kept pushing until I felt his balls against my pussy. Then he started fucking my ass with deep strong strokes.Mandy was saying, “Get it in her Larry. Fuck her whore ass good.. "Maybe you had a slightly better figure than her," he added with a chuckle.That last comment brought out the stern look once again and Hal knew that he had gone too far. Martha always liked compliments but never flattery."Well, maybe," he retracted in part. "I always liked your figure."He stood and leaned over her. He bent down and kissed her on the cheek and tasted the saltiness of the remnant of her tear from a moment ago."Time for me to get some dinner on the stove. I'll just make sure.