I told them all yes and to hurry inside but it was hard to talk normally while being fucked by an obsessed man. My older son told me I sounded funny ...nd Chris’ son asked where Chris was? I told my son not to worry and told Chris’ son that he’d be cumming on my back soon. This made Chris nearly crack up. The boys all hesitated but eventually went back inside. “Oh you are bad”!, Chris said as he pounded away on my pussy. “Look who’s talking? I’m trying to handle the k**s and you keep. He came down and gave me a sweaty hug and kiss which I somewhat appreciated. I love the smell but hate the “mess”. So I went back inside to refresh. I redid my makeup and put my hair in a ponytail. I decided to change into jeans from the skirt I had on and after doing that, put my heels on and started to get ready to return to work. I went towards the garage where I found my husband on a short ladder with the garage door now open. I said hello again and decided to have a cigarette while. Betty saw this and opened a bottle of wine. Handing Susan a glass she told her it was to lighten her mood. It seemed to help, and the high clear mountain air seemed to amplify the effect of the wine. She felt her depression starting to lift and found herself getting giggly and just a tad high after just two glasses of wine. With Betty constantly topping up her glass she quickly drank more in that forty-five minutes than she normally did in several months.Randy of course behaved as The Creep.. There was just no end to this woman's generosity of spirit, and her ability to love and forgive was boundless. It made me feel ever more like a shameless harlot. I did not deserve her understanding, I did not deserve her, full stop. She came around to my side of the table with a tissue and dried my eyes. I looked up in to her smiling face, I said, "I'm so very, very sorry Lena. I don't deserve someone as loving and giving as you." No you don't deserve me, you're right. But you've got me and....