Cancer is a cruel disease, and Marie’s fight had been long and hard on both of us, but final for her. The first year had been terrible, to be honest... I was bereft, and it took me six months to even contemplate doing anything to the house that we had called home for years, and in which we had brought up our children. John and Ben had been great, but they had their own lives to get on with and didn’t live that close, so I didn’t have the grandchildren to visit that often. The second year was. My wife told me to stop and spend the night and make my way home tomorrow morning sometime. So I drove for another 3 hrs when I stopped and got a room relaxed I called my wife to she how she was doing she was still out but she said she was on her was shortly. She called me on her way home I can till she was felling pretty good I ask her if she was driven and she told me no some one is taken her home as we talked she was tilling me what she would do to me if I was home so I asked her if she is. Once I had it buried balls deep, I held it there for a few seconds and savoured the moment. Here I stood with Lisa's nose buried in my pubic hair as she choked on my cock which had just been in her own asshole moments before, all the while her science teacher was fucking her in the ass with a large rubber cock.I don't think I'll ever get used to the raw power you feel when you are dominating a beautiful woman - let alone two. It's simply intoxicating.Lisa's muffled gagging sounds brought me out. “Thank you, Mr. Crenshaw. I’m glad to finally meet Ben’s father,” Cindy said, trying to sound normal.“Call me Allen, now that we’re going to be family,” he replied.Cindy was terrified he was going to say something, about her being a prostitute, but he acted as if he’d never met her. He however did manage to slip her a note that said, “I’m staying at the hotel. If you don’t want my son to know about your activities at the hotel, come see me. I’m in room 523.”Late that evening, Cindy went to the.