In my senior year some of the popular, athletic guys befriended me and asked for my help with their studies. I was smart enough to know that they were...just using me, but it still felt good to be accepted by them.After high school I went to college and earned a master’s degree in mechanical engineering, and eventually started my own company. My name is Ed, and this story is about how my experiences with those boys caused a change in my life when I was fifty years old.As I look back on it now, my. “Really!” “You just march upstairs little girl; I’m going to spank it out of you!”“Oh, thank you Daddy!”As she goes up the stairs, I can’t help but wonder how her freshly waxed asshole and pussy look. As we’re going into the bedroom, she’s pulling her top off. Sitting down on the bed, she starts to dance for me as she slowly strips of her clothes. Turning around, swinging her ass and exposing her asshole and pussy lips, I start to kick off my cloths. Standing up I let my jeans drop and pull my. The necklace and tattoo are purely for Gerald's benefit. He hates it, of course he does, what man would want their wife to advertise so openly?”“Yes, they live together, and she is always loyally by his side at functions, but she seeks pleasure elsewhere. As Gerard continually claims, it’s for the greater good, and financially he’s probably right. I think Gerald has learned to come to terms with his place and concedes that that is the way it is.”Sally abruptly took my hand and placed it under. They pulled away from me & got on the bed. “C’mere Ricky. We can be more comfortable here.” I stood there for a second or two looking at them both lying on the bed smiling at me, sporting their very erect boners. I knew this was indeed the point of no return. I was about to change lanes, so to speak and I knew I’d already made up my mind. Breaking into a wide grin, I crawled up on the bed into the space between them. Tom was lying back, propped up on a stack of pillows. “Let me taste your lips.