Epilogue: From O'Hare Dave drove the hundred miles to his home, with his mind continually distracted from the drive, thinking about his adulterous lo...er. He pulled into the garage; turned off the engine; and mechanically got his suitcase from the trunk. As he walked through the back door, his wife of twenty some years was standing in view in the kitchen. “Hi dear.” “Hi dear? How the fuck could you do that to me, to our family, to everyone we know?” she screamed. Still distracted by thoughts of. She managed to swallow even while still having trouble breathing from the pressure every time he plowed into her.Both of Kathy's guys finished at about the same time, so two of the guys on the sideline replaced them. That left only two guys who had not cum twice. They were clearly waiting for another turn as long as the ladies let them. Jennifer's guy fucking her finished and he was replaced immediately. Then the guy Cheryl was sucking came and he was replaced by the final guy that had not cum. Fixed like that, we were damned hard to see, and I hoped that would give us an even further advantage.My plan was to wait for the KKK across the street between two abandoned adobe buildings. I figured that opposition would shake them up, especially opposition from an unexpected direction. The only thing that I was really worried about was fire. If they threw torches into the house, it was sure to burn. Even torches thrown onto the veranda could start a fire before we could do anything about it,. The dress was a little too tight, and her full figure meant that pale flesh was on display. Her ample tits squeezed out at the top, and below her smooth chubby thighs could be seen, with an occasional flash of the white strip of her panties when she walked. She wasn’t an unattractive girl – and with her make-up done and dark hair piled up in an expensive style, she looked good – and she knew it as she strutted about the small country pub making quite an impression on the local men who weren’t.