..also pics on my profile will help you to see who i am referring to, and hopefully make this more imaginable x.This is a fantasy i have been giving m...ch thought to recently so feel free to add any feedback.It starts one evening when i am home alone, and i get a phone call from a friend of my daughter telling me she is at a party, pissed out of her head and can i come pick her up.Naturally i oblige and upon arriving i find her in a very drunk state.I drive her to her house, and help her in,. "They looked at each other, a nonverbal discussion going on between them. Tory finally looked at me. "We'd love to go out with you tonight, honey. What time should we be ready? Dress code? We want to look our absolute best for you, honey." Cathy just nodded agreement.I wished they would stop the honey stuff. It made me uncomfortable. The whole thing made me uncomfortable. I'd looked polygamy up. It seemed all kinds of unfair for the women in the relationship. But then again, all that was based. My cock was numbly turgid and the thin skin was getting sore. The combination of alcohol, mushrooms and fatigue had me thinking I might not even be able to come again. I slowed the pace down, plunged in and drew out at a luxurious pace, letting the air of the room cool my shaft before sliding it back into Becca's steaming cunt. Then I had a thought, an imagination. I imagined my girlfriend coming into the room to find me, standing in the doorway silently watching me ram our friend's limp,. Lydia and I slowly, tenuously became lovers in addition to being best friends; that was ten years ago. Darcy came back and offered us a route to earn nursing degrees. It beat working at the Piggly Wiggly and the Roxy, so we followed her out to Nuevo Mejico; Las Vegas and University Hospital where that conversation with Doctor Bartolino just occured.As we washed the dishes and put them away after dinner that night, I asked Lydia. “Remember at Doc Samuel’s funeral you said what a shame it was.