I usually kept two or three snapshots of her in my wallet. One day, and I still don't know why, I showed a couple of her pictures to two of my co-work...rs Matt and Hank. Both were about my age. Matt was taller and Hank was about an inch taller than Shirley. Both wanted to see her pictures over and over again. The next workday I took a bunch of her pictures with me. At lunch we went through them. Matt said she was absolutely beautiful. After they had looked at the pictures for a third time, Hank. The simplest explanation was the most likely to be true. And instead of bringing in all kinds of paranormal and supernatural rationalizations, why not finger the most probable culprit?Myself, and my own actions. I needed to be accountable. I'd been playing the blame game for far too long.Everything that had happened was quite explainable, if I looked objectively at what I'd done. The temper tantrum that had cost me valued friendships? That was on me. I'd overreacted to something I didn't. They had established a relationship with the kids. It almost seemed too good to be true. Pleased, she said, “Let me go in the house and prepare dinner.”“Okay,” Greg said knowing that the next night it was his turn to cook something on the grill.“Do you need some help?” Cathy asked brightly.“I can always use a little help,” Sharon said rising from her chair. Cathy followed her into the house leaving Greg seated by the pool with a small plate and a glass of wine.Watching the women enter the. “Aanngh! Oh, Dave! Yesssss! Oh! Uhngh!” Her hand went back to the wall, bracing herself as I thrust my cock into her pussy again and again. I pushed all the way in, grinding my dick into her and reached around to start rubbing and pinching her clit with my finger. “Dave! Oh! Ah! Mmmmm! Oh! OoooOOO!” I felt her pussy quiver and then spasm hard as she came, and that was all that was needed to put me over the top as well. She grunted each time I yanked her hips into me to pump five or six hot.