He walked as softly as he could across the Common, sitting on the ground about ten feet from me. “You’re the one who is responsible for the daily ...ater drops.”I nodded. He tilted his head. “Curious. I recognize some of the ornamentation you wear on your armor. Your words regarding the Institute would seem to be belied by their insignia upon your breastplate.”“The insignia is now that of the Commonwealth Institute of Technology. Just as we are working to rebuild the Commonwealth from the ashes. You’re both coming. My treat.” I could do nothing but give in to the force of nature that was Mo and I bowed to the inevitable. We all trotted down the stairs to the car. Poor Yvonne had to squeeze in the back as Mo grabbed the front seat. She still looked in a state of shock. I knew the feeling, but I’d known Mo long enough to be used to it by now.Lunch at a different pub than our usual was equally as good. I managed, through extreme self-discipline, to confine myself to one small glass of. Then on a Wednesday it was on. I went in my office and locked the door. I had told an employee I had an important long distance call to make and don't disturb me. I signed on to my recorder from my desktop computer. Right there on my screen was six little squares of video. I clicked on the best view and watched my wife sucking a cock that was at least twice the size of mine. I clicked on another view and saw the face of that cocks owner. It was Tim, a very old buddy of mine. I can't believe Tim. We set plans for hanging out almost the entire time and basically hanging out everyday at the beach and occasionally a club. Time flew and before I knew it we arrived. We all took a cab to the house and along the way dropped Jenny off at her place. We quickly unpacked when we arrived and we glad to find a two 6-packs of heineken in the fridge by the pool, must likely done by my connections. We sat down poolside and got to talking and drinking. "Boy that Jenny girl is something isn't she?" Chris.