.."Dean cut off his friend before he made it any worse."Don't jinx it, Tim. Don't you dare mention them." Mention what? The plot-holes?"Ben facepalmed...and Dean rolled his eyes. Together they walked down thesidewalk and Dean took it up to enlighten Tim. "It's easy. It's reverseattraction. The more you mention them the less likely you notice one infront of you. It's just common sense to ... wahhh" Dean? Where are you?" Tim shouted out as he found himself suddenlyalone with Ben."Great Tim," Ben. The group surrounded me in the chair and Bobby grabbed my wife and bent her over the chair I was sitting in, "Get a good view!" Bobby said, her leg was propped up on the chairs arm rest. Bobby grabbed his cock which looked like 12 inches long and was about as wide as a door handle proceed to enter my wifes pussy. I screamed "USE A RUBBER BOBBY PLEASE!!!" He shook his head took my wife by her hips and shoved his "black monster" deep and hard as he could without any protection whatsoever. My wife. I have never been much of a swimmer and stayed up on the sun porch looking out at the revelers. Mrs. Whitcomb served lemonade. It was then that my chance occurred. Rose, she of the auburn tresses, happened onto the porch. I rose and greeted her, inviting her to sit for a while. She agreed to sit. We talked and I could see an intensity in her eyes that I had come to recognize. Her visit was not at all chance."Rose, I think it is not all chance which brought you here," I said.She looked around.. .. and they lived happily ever after." This is my autobiography though. There are a few similarities, but there are mostly differences between this and stories:The "they" is a terribly inaccurate simplification. In most stories, "they" is a guy and a girl. For me, it's not even a guy and several girls. There are trillions of me and hundreds of billions of my loved ones, many of whom don't know it yet as I'm only just starting to contact them. That's a LOT of "they"!The "lived happily" will be.