Brian also trusted that she wouldn't send him so far over the edge that he wouldn't have time to get a condom and prepare his own orgasm in a bag. Bri...n knew she was ready when his knee felt the wetness in the bed that they had rented for the nights activities. He pulled away in the cool air and aligned his cock for her soaking entrance. He balanced on the sheets and slid in to a place he knew all too well. They began feverishly bucking and moaning it was more animistic than it was love making.. Carol pleaded to keep her face out of the picture for fear of being on the internet, I told her I didn’t care, and that he would probably remember whose tits they were anyway. My wife’s friends really did leave, and there really wasn’t anything else to do. I didn’t care about playing pool, I just wanted a quick alibi. She said “fine, if it will make you happy, I’ll show a total stranger my rack” and I told her “if you got it, flaunt it.” So I started playing pool and she went to do her. “That’s me now,” she sighed. “It’s been nearly two years.”“I know.”“So help me again, please. Like the first time.”A replay of the previous thirteen years flashed through my mind. The dance. The pursuit. Making love with Bethany that first time. And then the second. Our Senior Prom. Sharing Bethany and Kathy. College. Sharing Bethany and Pam. Punching Gene. Trying to be a couple. The accident. Andrew. The break up. Our weekend in Kohler. Nick. The funeral. The sheer emotion of those memories. Once we had a comprehensive list, we could start weeding out people until we got the list down to something manageable. In the beginning, we could not even ignore menials; the swamper could be the supervisor's contact in disguise. On the other hand, with seniority and oneupmanship a primary concern with this type of personality, I was sure that the contact would have to be somebody visited by the supervisor (we had to get him a name); I was certain that the supervisor's contact would never come.