One of the other men there was a lawyer a bit younger than Dad, mid-30s...oh, no need to be coy, he was 34; a few weeks later I could have given you h...is age to the day. Let’s just call him Phil. I always knew him as...oh, let’s say Mr. Prescott...when I was younger. He and Dad were pretty tight friends, and Mom liked him a lot too, which wasn’t true of all of Dad’s buddies. “Anyway, after I left and talked with Dad and he went to have a quiet word with Old-Fogey Groper Scum, Phil sat down next. She sat up in the huge bed and even before reaching with her hand in the darkness for the familiar presence of her husband, she knew that Richard was not there. He had been away all day long--he event away so often now, always accompanied by Roger--and he wasn't back yet.Alice reached out and fumbled for a pack of cigarettes. She shook one up and took it between her lips. She tossed the pack on the nightstand and found the lighter. Then she lit her cigarette and sat there in the darkness,. The spark had gone out, or had it? Why, he was treating her just like Bill!As Wendy stripped her clothing off, she wondered just what it was about Bill Sears that got her pussy so wet. She had known him for almost a year, since he had transferred into the office, but nothing had happened until about a month ago. They had been away, in Chicago, at a conference, when he had invited her to the hotel bar for a few drinks. She had downed more than she should have and had then agreed to go back to. Tommy felt his balls, squeezing gently, then folded his hand around the root of his cock. He began to frig himself up and down, slowly, his fist skimming over the thick shaft. When he pumped back toward his balls, his cockhead flared out wide, throbbing. Jerking his own prick didn't feel nearly as good as having Vicky jerk it for him, certainly, but it was better than nothing. He tightened his grip, pumping faster.He pumped down and gasped as he felt his scumbags explode. The thick sap shot up.