I could feel my cock throbbing and adjusted as much as I could to try and delay, holding on to make my wife cum with me. I knew Chelsea was close as ... felt slight tremors in her legs, precursors of the shaking that was to come. Sara’s moans were getting louder and higher pitched, verging on screams. She was clearly closing in as well. Kayla was moaning, but had some catching up to do to get as far as we were. I expected one of the two in the middle to cum first, but didn’t think it would. I just wanted to scream until I could scream no more. Apparently the sky knew my pain because it was filled with dark clouds and randomly roared, signaling a thunderstorm was underway."Bianca! You okay? Wanna talk?" Crystal inquired as she opened her door wider, apparently inviting me in."No!" I growled. "I don't wanna talk to you. I don't wanna see you. I don't wanna do anything with you anymore. I just came over here to get my stuff. I want my gold necklace back; the one I let you borrow last. He hadn’t actually seen it yet. I had no idea what was about to happen. Maybe nothing, maybe he’d just help me get dressed in my clothes and I’d go up and pay for the items and I’d be on my way.As the kilt fell away, I found myself standing there in nothing but socks and flashes in front of a man who I hardly knew, on his knees staring at my now hard cock. He looked up at me, and then started telling me a story.A story about how when the men used to return from battle, “and their wives would. Mac was still used to these conditions because he worked in a un air conditioned shop until he was laid off. When he welded it was usually outside too.Mac dreaded what he would find when he worked up the courage to drive the last quarter mile and laid his eyes on his childhood home. It was after noon so he had talked himself into stopping for a burger before he saw what he had gotten himself into. He used to love the burgers at The Mustang. They were even better than homemade.Emily had heard.