The place is packed. There not room beside her to sit. SHIT. What do I do. THENI notice she is giggling as she's texting. Remember when I said her bac... was to me... therefore I can kinda see her phone. Well I notice her looking at pics which seemed to be nudes of herself. No I wasn't sure because obviously she's not beside me and I can barely see her phone. My mind starts to race. What if she's I did see what I thought I saw? This is too good to be true. My cock starts to rise and become. I move less, and talk more, scolding her for being so tight, and hot to watch being fucked. I had to keep pulling my twitching dick out to back off. Then some drips of cum came out the tip, drips of precum . Then to my surprise I didn't pop after the first few regular thrust, I told her my dick's condition, she knew it was from being so turned on watching her being fucked stupid. Doug, Ray, and I usually fucked her over a weekend every three months or so, more guys than that was once or twice. Yes, that makes me thirty-four.Before we got married, we each lived with our parents. From the age of thirteen to fifteen, my father and mother took extra care to teach me how to be a husband and a father. I went to school and got good grades. I had to drop out of the after school activities, which meant I had to stop singing in the choir. I loved to sing. Instead I worked a part time job in the evenings at a shop learning how to be a welder. I brought my money home, put it in a savings. “Find out more about what's going on out there.”Becca and I eventually learned that the blackout hit half of the country. An accident at a construction site resulted in a massive loss of power throughout several states. We didn't know how long the power would be out, but multiple reports and various estimates showed that the power wouldn't be up and working again until sunrise.“I have an idea,” Becca said, as soon as I let her know the news.“What is it?” I asked her.“Give me five minutes,”.