I feel larger than I am. Stronger. I hold you, stroking you hair and back through your sweatshirt. You are shivering. You may be crying. There is wetn...ess seeping though my shirt. I hold you and rock a little bit until the shaking stops. I will my warmth into you, breathing slowly, holding and stroking. In time - how much doesn't really matter - you sigh. I feel an ember of warmth reflected back to me and see a hint of color where your arms and legs peek from your clothing.You pull back from me. I felt a stirring in my groin. A stray thought flickered across my mind. Was this all a dream, or had I died and I was being purged of all my inappropriate memories to lay them out for judgment?Deciding that I was apparently speechless, Sharon simply held out her arms and I went to her. I sat down on the end of the lounge chair; she promptly moved into my lap and pulled my face to hers.She kissed me and said, " I want you, and I have for a long time now. I know what Linda plans to do and I. It's quite annoying. You know damn good and well who Stacey is. Lord only knows how many times I found your yearbook open to her cheerleader page, and a sticky sock or two nearby."I started to protest and then thought better of it. "I saw Stacey and Jeannie at Father Nelson's two days ago. I told them of your divorce, and Jeannie and I agreed that Stacey and you should get together and help each other through your divorces."Dream girl or not, there is nothing that kills a hard on quicker than. She guided down to Miranda's ass and pressed the tip of my dick against the hole. Miranda immediately tensed. I heard a muffled protest from Patty's crotch. Patty ground her clit against Miranda's tongue in response.I pushed forward, the tip of my hardened dick stretching open Miranda's tight star. The vocalizations from Miranda were still muffled but grew louder as I pushed harder. The head popped past her tight sphincter as my shaft began to creep into her.Patty watched excitedly as my.