Dressed like a sex siren, in stocking and booted to mid thigh, I was looking for cock on the night in question, in fact, truth be told we all were. We... drank wine and drifted into shorts, Vodka and Gin, and talked about men and cocks, all of which for my part, made me fucking horny and contemplate, about taking the wine bottle to the toilet. We all eventually finished-up at some guys flat, with a full-blown party in full swing, and a couple of the lucky ones relieving themselves, in the spare. She started panting. On the screen, it was obvious that Carla was about to cum. She thrust her crotch against Carmella's invading fingers. I didn't know if Carmella was getting enough friction on her clit from the leg rubbing, but she also appeared ready to go over the edge. I worked my right hand down across Virginia's flat stomach and into the front of her shorts. I was very pleased to find no panties blocking my way. She jumped when I located her love bud with my fingers. Her cunt was. She knew in her heart that fate had dealt the final hand and they had lost."Oh Douglas, I could wish that I had met you 30 yrs ago. I would be your first and only wife. There would be no discussions about heartache, lost love, or the future. You know something, one of these days I am going to look fate in the eye. Then say, fuck you, this time fate, you just drew the losing hand. Douglas, I pray that one day you to will find the love, peace, and happiness that you deserve. She told him. . Stud!?”“Chaffed like crazy. But I wouldn’t change a thing!” I said as we hugged and headed naked to breakfast.Jamie and I endured some good-natured ribbing while the four of us ate breakfast. Greg suggested that he and I work together to get the two by four ‘stringers’ attached to the posts, then we would divide forces. We got into a good rhythm as the 4-inch lag bolts were going in like a hot knife through butter, thanks to dipping them in dishwashing soap. (Another one of Greg’s brilliant.