In hindsight, Phil was a good husband and a good father; although not the man I would have chosen given different circumstances. As the years rolled o..., our sons were getting older and Phil spent more and more of his time consuming himself in his work. He had become almost a stranger in our home, to the boys, and in our bed.It was 4 months ago when Phil was offered a job with a large law firm out of state. The offer was too good to refuse and I think Phil had already made the decision to take. Then he certainly responded and pushed deep with me! At the moment his cock rammed into me, I screamed into his fur. It wasn't a scream of pain, although he was certainly larger than anyone who had ever been there before, it was more of an 'Oh-My-Fucking-God' scream. My dry spell was over and it fucking felt wonderful!I slowly rode him, trying my best to keep him from just flipping me over and fucking with absolute abandon. Then I felt a second presence that laid across my back. I think the. That is all there is to it. Now, Mr. Adamson, you're first. I need to speak to Mr. Greer for a moment."The man that had checked his shirt for wrinkles frowned. The name of Marshall Greer popped into my head but I couldn't recall where I'd heard it. I figured it was from some hospital newsletter I'd put together to announce donors."Mr. Greer?" Stephanie said again, looking down the faces of the men. I saw a flash of anger hit the face I was watching. He was used to being recognized and. I returned half an hour later and she met me in the kitchen wearing that same shirt. I looked at her. her hair was a mess and she pulled the shirt up at her pussy to show me how gunked up her pussy was again. I ate her again on the counter and out of the corner of my eye I saw Dennis wacking his cock and watching me. I didn't want him to know I saw him, so as I glanced around I expected him to snaek out of sight. I turned my head and he was right there wacking his cock and up close I could see.