Anderson's home for supper tonight, since my parents are out of town for three days. I met her husband, whose real name I can't begin to pronounce. He...said I should just call him Nick. He is originally from the country of Greece, but he has lived here since he was a teenager. He is tall, has hair that is as black as coal, and a physique that shows only muscles. And did I mention that he is about the handsomest guy I have ever seen. I knew why I was here tonight, and I can't believe that Dr.. I just smiled and looked on as she walked past and took her summer dress off. She carried on walking about, sweeping the floor, and picking things up in her bikini. I couldn't but help notice every time she bent over I took a lengthy glance and her ass and boobs which where sagging over. Every now and then being horny I would have a little grab of my cock as her back was to me. I cant believe how hot it is she said to me. I replied back to her that she was looking quite red maybe a bit to much. After them, the rest had various bumps and bruises, airbag burns, things like that that varied in painfulness, but still were extremely unpleasant. The EMT's had even warned Harland, George, and me, advising us to get checked out at the ER, to catch any mental or emotional trauma that we might be suffering from.In all this, none of us knew much about what had really happened this afternoon to trigger such a heinous attack, and we were all wondering about Saralee Cunningham. She had lost her son. At least in the sexual department. I fantasized a lot and often wondered about how other men coped.Most people thought we had a happy marriage. I guess it was good comparing it to other people we knew. I was coach of the kids different ball teams. Helen was a girl scout leader and PTA member at the school. We both showed real interest in our kids' lives.When the kids became older I was hoping that Helen and I might get back to our old sexual habits and maybe start trying new things. I started.