It was a good summer, plenty of sunshine, not to hot during the day, not to chilly in the nights. I did some things I had planned for some time, and n...ver got to do, and had a good feeling about it. In the evenings I watched some TV, and being alone, switched on the adult channels once in a while. In the middle of the first week I got a phone call from my youngest daughter, Marsha. She was 22 years old, and lived with her boyfriend. I didn't think much of him, thought he was a looser, that. Not as bad as this bad patch, but we were still bored. At the time, I was playing around with the idea of swinging and perhaps inviting other people into our bed. It surprised me how much it got me going and how turned on I was with the idea. I started watching porn that involved groups of people and reading stories about group sex and swinging. For a while, it was the only thing that did it for me.I then came across reading material and pornography that involved men being cuckolded by their. Her boobs…her boobs kept me from falling to the ground in pain… while her knee still on my poor crotch and still rubbing it…and to my surprise.. It felt nice… my face squashed between her perfect breasts… her knee between my legs….i was sooo turned on to my utter surprise…in spite of the extricating pain I felt…. I felt my self so close to cum…to my humiliation…and what made matters worse… is that she felt it… she felt I was turned on still… no even more… I guess the voices I made at that. “But I’ve said it now and it all makes a lot of sense to me.”Delores was looking at him. Cal thought that she was going to say something, but she didn’t for some time.“Well, go in your office and work on your project,” she said at last. “Bring it to me when you’re done and I’ll make sure that it looks just right.”“Thanks, Delores,” Cal said and began to make his way to his inner office.“You don’t need to thank me,” she said. “Typing’s my job.”Cal stopped in the door way of his private office.