From this day forward, all of you, exceptDavid, will have new names as well. You, Professor Nostromo, areBotanicus; the others are Oakwood, Elmsdale,... Beecham, Sprucus andPinecone!"And then the vision was over. I was stunned to see that the Arboretumstaff had been merged with the trees they'd tended for so long. Therobot laden with acorns - Oakwood, I assumed - walked up to Botanicusand said in a shocked voice:"Professor, whatever can have happened to us?" We - all of us - have been chosen. I thought that at times I was going to suffocate and I had to push him away so that the final jets of his cream splattered against my face adding another coat of spunk already drying on it. At last I was able to take a deep breath just as the man below me started to fill me with his cum which triggered another huge orgasm that made me shake and moan.The anonymous man underneath me pushed me backwards until I fell onto my back where I just lay panting. Then four men stood over me stroking. We made love much less frequently (my fault), and no fantasy talk by me was allowed. As I said my wife would do anything and is very sexual. She expresses herself through her sexuality. She gradually became very frustrated at our lack of lovemaking, needing it much more often. We have neighbors that we have known for many years. Not great friends, getting together once in a great while. Our son and their sons were good friends and that is what we had most in common. Anyway, the wife had been. I walked up behind her and reached over her to get a cup from the cabinet. Without thinking, I blew my hot breath on her neck. She giggled and playfully reached back and squeezed my cock. I gasped and quickly looked over at Karen, who was sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper. She didn’t appear to have noticed. I breathed a sign of relief and moved on to pour myself a cup of coffee.It was late Friday afternoon, the start of a three day weekend. Monday is Memorial Day. Taylor is.