One of the suits told me we were in a hanger, but it was all a welcome change from the terminal concourse. There were televisions, games for the child...ren, and fast wifi. Some thoughtful soul had even provided several boxes of diapers, and I heard Peggy get happy with that.“For dinner, they had a nice buffet set up by more people in the different, camouflage suits. I was hungry and managed to eat two helping of chicken and dumplings plus a slice of really good apple pie. We watched the news and. Carol sauntered over to them, hips and shoulders softly swaying and asked if we could join them. They took one look at Carol and nodded yes.We sat and started chatting with them. I introduced myself and Carol as my wife. Their names were Tony, Rick, Dave and Tom. They all worked for a local consulting firm and Tom had just been promoted to sention project manager. Tom said, "You're a lucky bastid," in a typical Boston accent. We chatted for a while. I told them about my business and that. He filled me complete and started to stroke me with full throttle. It was making me hard to suck the poor guy, but still I was managing to suck him. They both kept on hitting me for 30 minutes in both direction. And flooded me inside my mouth and ass. As they got out and moved aside the rest two guys waiting for their turn pulled me towards them. One of them reclined on the rock and asked me to ride him. It was good idea so I got him inside and started to ride him slowly. The second guy was. Just so you know, I want you, baby.I should back up a little bit and start at the beginning. Most of this you already know, but I wanted to this to be a present to you, some way of thanking you for your inspiration. It began at work the other day. For those who don’t know, I wait tables at a sports pub. The dress code there is fairly casual. I was wearing a pair of low rise black denim jeans and a red capped sleeve cotton top with a V-neck. I find that the hint of cleavage makes for better.