I again started to contemplate something that I just couldn’t figure out how to deal with. It was frustrating trying to come up with a way to try an... stop 9/11 from happening. Though I wondered what would happen if I was able to stop it, what would the repercussions for that be. The movie Butterfly Effect keep popping into my head. If I was able to stop it, what would that result in happening elsewhere.After waking up on Saturday, I realized during my run that I needed to get some cleaning and. Sylvia’s arousal as the intermediary in the exchange was obvious, not only to me but to the women as well. I knew at that moment that Sylvia would not be forgotten.The dogs got me more than aroused, opened, and loosened. I was curious what was next, but I needn’t have worried. Before I could properly come down from my orgasmic high, I was moved to the table and my legs placed in the supports that opened my legs wide and raised them. I was completely exposed to these women as they conversed. Her gesture assured me that she will not tell the incident to my wife. For next three day Kapila avoided me and nothing happened. Then came Saturday. Normally she used to come at 7.30 just after my wife leave for school . But that day she did not come at usual. I kept waiting, half an hour , one hour I thought that she will not come. I had to leave for office at 10. Then there was a knock. I opened the door and bolted it from inside after she came in. She did not even looked at me. She went to. Nothing happened at that time and we both had another tot of rum before settling down for the night with the thought of an early start in the morning, as usual I stripped down to just my underwear before sliding under the blanket, of course with Greg not carrying any bedding I'd offered him the chance to share the bedding piling on some more straw I settled down to sleep. I awoke in the darkness to find Greg hard up against me his hand gently stroking my cock, hard up against me also meant his.