Some people think there isn't any such thing as coincidence, and that everything is preordained. They would call coincidence fate. I'm not one of thos...e people.Coincidence is neither good nor bad, in and of itself. The results can be either, of course, but you can't blame that on coincidence.Take, for example the coincidence of a weak bolt being installed in the engine of an airplane, and the coincidence of my wife being on that airplane when that bolt broke. We'd been married for three months. She just could say, “Ok.”Peter had actually planned all this earlier…and he had arranged the keys to a vacant house of one of his friends. On reaching the house…they both went in. Peter asked her to make herself comfortable since he just came to check the house and that no one was there. The house was recently vacated so everything was clean…She was feeling thirsty so went to check out the kitchen…and during that time.. Peter closed the main door…and followed her….. Peter asked her if she. "Billy!" Tamara said.The boy looked embarrassed and started to cling to his mother. I bent down to bring my eyes level with his."Actually, Billy, I'm not funny looking. I'm The Ugly One."He heard the capital letters and stopped scrunching up his face and began staring at me in curiosity."Yep, The Ugly One. That's what the kids called me in school." They didn't call you Sped or Dummy?" he asked."Oh they called me lots of things. But somehow The Ugly One was what they called me the most."I. Watching his girlfriend and his sister being fucked by his sexy Mom and aunt, then enjoying one of the young girls. Mind you, he had no doubt he would be inside all of them at some point in the evening. It was so good being eighteen, and able to bounce back so quickly from coming."Just make sure you don't wear yourself out," Nicky whispered to him, "because win or lose, I will be fucking you after everyone else is in bed."She gave his cock a last squeeze, then stood alongside Natasha."Which do.