”Would you if it had been her daughter he was fucking?” I asked getting in my car and driving away.I would often drive by the office. A few times ... saw John and Michelle together in his truck she would be cuddled up to him just like I once used to be. It only made me feel angry and sad as I missed that cuddling but at the same time, I hated him for what he had done to our family.I was miserable sitting at home with nothing to do but drink. Drinking only made it worse as the only thing I was. My cock hardening even more- to the point where it was uncomfortable. I unzipped my trousers- freeing my erect cock as I dropped the trousers and my underwear past my knees. She went to turn, stealing a glance at my erection. She let out a little gasp and a sharp intake of breath. "I want it," she whispered. "Do me." I stepped out of my clothing. I placed one hand on the small of her back and one on the nape of her neck. I bent her forward and she leant on the wall with her outstretched. I did help him discover that he was bi-sexual however.Biff was a scrawny little guy with a chubby but small-titted blond wife Brenda. We were all not far past twenty-one and not long married. My wife is Carol, an average size brunette with C-cup tits, a pretty face, and a hot hairy twat.Every now and then I’d treat Biff to a few beers, something his religious wife wouldn’t let him buy. It only took two before he got real tipsy and loosened up. That’s when I started having fun. I could ask him. Mirriam and Prudence peppered Agatha with questions about Ohio, and how she was doing.“There haven’t been any nibbles on your house,” said Mirriam sadly.“I’m doing okay,” said Agatha. “It would be nice to sell it, but Harry got it from his parents when they died, and it’s paid for, so it’s not really a burden.”Her eyes flicked to Bobby, who was looking at her with a face she couldn’t decide what communicated. There might be some surprise there, but otherwise his face looked almost sad. She.