I arrived at the party late, but it was just in time.Author’s note: This is a flash story that kept me awake one night.I am Gregory (Greg) Wilson, 2...8, and I am a control systems design engineer for a family owned machine tool manufacturing company. The company, Mathews Machine Tool, is a leading edge producer of CNC Machines for the plastics industry. I am not one of the higher ups, although I am considered an executive.I was and am a very good designer and I have dual degrees in Electrical. At the same time its momentum had propelled it to Vincent's feet.The three of them rushed to Lomac as soon as the cat was down, only to discover that he was already dead. His chest was ripped open and much of his innards were scattered on the ground next to him.They buried him under a pile of rock not far from the spot where he had died. It was then very sad to see Verla crying over his grave, while she mumbled incoherent words of farewell to her mate.Within the last few days she had lost her. Mrs Spencer gasped, digits teasing her clit until she slid two fingers into herself, stirring herself inside.“God, I’m desperate to come,” Mrs Spencer moaned, stomach tensing as she worked at herself. “Oh, look at you,” she added, spotting my hard-on. “Stiff and gorgeous. Sammy, that’s impressive,” Mrs Spencer purred. “My husband couldn’t manage that so soon after he’s come.”“It’s you,” I moaned, awed by what I was seeing. “Your body…” I muttered.“If I wasn’t married, I’d ask you to put that. Ohhh, Ken, I’m going to cummm…. Oh, yesss!” My orgasm, together with the contractions of my spasms around his cock, brought him over the edge as well, and he gave a final thrust and emptied his hot male seed deep inside me. He collapsed on me as we lay there, panting and holding each other. By now it was getting late, and I needed to go home to my son, who was there by himself. Reluctantly, we parted and dressed. With one final hug and kiss, I departed. I communicated with him in the following.