. digging into my recent past. A small book of pictures fell out to one side, and I picked it up. There we were... at the beach... in the park... in t...e back yard having a barbecue with the kids. Memories cascading past me, not letting me loose. I soon found myself crying.I cried for what I had lost in Becky's passing. I cried for losing Samantha, and I cried for losing my kids respect. I think I was crying for not only my loss, but what I had so stupidly shoved away too. I couldn't see any way. “Of course, no problem, see you later.” Nine of us set off for the town, Harry and Val, Ken and Sue, Andy and Lisa, Jenny, Chrissie and I. We three walk a bit slower and are soon ten yards behind, and at this point, Chrissie says to Jenny, “You aren’t the same person that left on Friday, your confidence is sky high, the way you talked to them in the awning, the way you are holding onto Frank, what happened to you this weekend, has Frank been good to you.”“He hasn’t only been good to me; he has. He groaned as he felt Jolene’s hand wrap around the base of his shaft. The feel of her tongue on his cockhead made him lean further onto the desk for support. This was going to be a heavenly time.Jolene positioned herself on one side of his cock and had Madi face her on the other. Taking her hand to hold him, she teased the tip of his cock while looking into Madi’s eyes. She used her free hand to pull Madi’s hand to her leg, letting Madi know it was okay to touch her. “Watch me and then I want. You make me excited.” As she spoke, Ann slipped her hand between her legs and held it there. She looked at my crotch. “You American man, you get excited too, no?” “Yes,” I replied, looking down at the bulge in my pants. Ann slid off the edge of the table and stood in front of me, barefoot and with her hands on her hips. “So what do we do?” Ann pressed. “Well, that is up to you,” I replied, as I casually spread my legs and rested my heels on the floor.Ann stepped between my legs and pulled her.