We stay like this for a while, without moving, waiting for the last spasms to stop, the time for all 4 of us to come down from the orgasmic peak we re...ch; then we withdraw from her, our cocks and bellies flooded with the cocktail of our juices.Miss Stephanie is flowing, literally dripping with our sperm and her cyprine.She lies down - rather collapses - her body is still slightly shaken by a few residual orgasmic spasms, from the juices flowing from her pussy and ass. Kissing her, covering her. If it hadn't been for her affair with her son, she might seriously think about marrying him. But there was no way she could marry anyone until Ken was on his own. She wasn't even sure she wanted that to ever happen.She adored Ken.No matter how nice it was with Charlie or some other men, the fucking was never better than it was with Ken and usually it was worse.Ken was a marvelous lover now. They were into a steady and comfortable routine. They fucked no more than three or four times a week.. She seemed destined to suffer in silence. Nancy's one activity in which she found comfort was listening to music. She particularly liked the album 'Just Jimmy Reed', which her cousin had bought her on a trip to Chicago. She would listen to side one over and over, basking in the primal rhythms and sexual motifs while getting lost in the sound of Jimmy's deep, rich voice. One night, while lying on the bed naked, she began to cuddle up with her favorite blanket. It was a quilt her aunt made for. To avoid becoming morose, I ate a quick breakfast and headed to the office. The previous week Marcus indicated we were very close to having a prototype ready, and Ted had already worked his Pentagon contacts to set up a demo for them. Today was the first day I was going to get to see the finished drone, and I was getting excited by the prospect. I had dumped all of my money on this, and while I really believed it was going to work, it was still a gamble. Seeing the finished prototype made it.