Not physical, although my damn joints are seizing up from too many years of neglect and a preference for strawberry trifle. Its mentally, probably the...worst type of pain as there is no escape, 24/7/365 you exist in a state of perpetual limbo. Why? Because I’m stupid. And a coward.I live alone, which you can probably guess.I steal my eyes back to the parade. How dare you! I silently scream at the shapeless zombies outside; you can’t even see your kid balancing down the kerb with his. Tommy looked at Amber, "Of course, Mother." He looked over at the picnic table. "What do you think, Mom? Bent over the picnic table, taking it from behind. If you were Chloe, where would you like to be taken?"Amber told Tommy to stop. "It's not fair," she told him.The phrase, "Not fair," gave Tommy hope. He knew he was getting to his mother. Amber's resistance was beginning to wane.Chloe was just coming out of the cabin. "Chloe, bend over the table!" Tommy shouted.Chloe smiled, removed her top,. She quickly flowed into my arms, with tears streaming down her cheeks. She reached up to me with her lips, and gave me a soft kiss. She then reached down and touched my cock, and my tender cock recoiled. What is the matter? She asked as she pulled her hand away. Honey this missile is so sensitive, that just a few touches will cause an explosion, that just might blow the roof off this barn. I said as I gave her another kiss. She started to giggle at my joke. I pushed her down on the blanket and. But I knew that just Wednesdays were poker nights; then I called Jim’s wife, Sheila and she told me her hubby had gone fishing…Then I realized both unfaithful husbands were going just to one place: the stripper club located just few miles from town.Johnny knocked at the door and when he kissed my cheek I could smell the cheap cologne on his face’s skin. Poker night my ass…Victor invited him a beer, before leaving “for Jim’s house”…I asked him if he was carrying some change and then he knew that.