She had never developed quiet time habits of reading, sewing, playing music, or anything of the sort. If she was awake, she had to be doing something,...preferably with someone else.Little by little it dawned on her that she had been the freak, the one far outside the norm. If she had been a freak compared to all those women, then she must have been the strange one, not Warren.Dottie thought of all those things in the past tense, because that obsessive drive, the old Dottie, was gone. Until. She'd learnt well how to cover her tracks. It was because she was now about to deliberately pursue a lifestyle of blatant infidelity and gross sexual abandon that was specifically designed to rock her marriage asunder.In fact, her marriage would soon become as wrecked and unsupportable as was the shuttle that had been carrying a crew of engineers and architects when its systems failed.It wasn't because her sexual desires exceeded what any man could possibly satisfy that this had to be done.. Me – Lt. Harvey Middleman, USN Ret., late of the SEALs, paranoid supreme, man with a head full of Master Chief Martinez – squinting at the sun streaming in through the dirt-streaked windows. I had not done anything of my usual pre-sleep routine – not one thing: not the shaving, not the careful packing of clothes, not the change of shoes, not the putting on of sweat pants and t-shirt, not even the checking of my perimeter to ensure safety. I looked over at Sonny, awake and panting quietly on the. Thrusting in and out for about five minutes, his cock suddenly swelled and exploded, shooting a nice warm semen into me.As soon as Mitch drained his balls he pulled his limp cock from me. Danny pushed him out of the way and quickly he drove his cock deep into my hungry cunt again. This time he was really turned on, after watching Mitch pumping me.He barely had pumped me just four pushes, when he exploded with the same intensity as his friend. He made me come, just when he was pulling his still.