“Um, I’m gonna go get a glass of water, Lori. Would you like something to drink?” I ask, eager to get out of the room to give my hard-on a chanc... to die. “Uh…uh...” she stammered, slowly recovering from her transfixed state, “Y…yes, please. Water is fine.” In a flash I escape from the living. Shit! I’d embarrassed myself pretty badly. Lori probably thought I was some sort of pervert now. Even worse, I had no idea if this boner would go down. It seemed any interaction with females now was too. This will hurt some, but just for a few minutes, then it will feel better that what we were just doing, I told her. I had Wilma bring a towel and I placed it under Louanns butt. Then I took my cock and placed it on her pussy. By now, Wilmas eyes were huge, and I could tell she was also aroused. I began to push my cock into Louann. She moaned and whimpered, but when I asked if she wanted me to stop, she said no that she wanted to learn her lessons. I put my hands under her ass, and lifted her. ”“Good, good,” I said.“Did you go over the comments I prepared,” Lola asked. She was my speech writer.“I did. There’s one I am really hoping to use. The uterus one.”Lola beamed at me. My eldest daughter, though only by a few hours, had skill as an author. Though eighteen, she was a brilliant girl. They all were. I was the luckiest person to have so many wonderful daughters. And this was just a small fraction of them. There were so many more out in the world.Tens of thousands. Hundreds of. "Are you here on your own?" she asked with a friendly smile."No, but my... companion has found a friend from the Bridge Club andthey're talking squeezes and end-plays." Oh, come and join us then," she said. "I'm with a little group ofabandoned wives. We've commandeered a table over there in the shade."It would have been rude to refuse, and in any case I wanted to sit downand get my weight, both real and fake, off my high heels. Also,sitting in the shade sounded a lot better than standing in.