My zipper. I remember a tugging sensation. His hands again. My chest. My jeans and boxers yanked down. Cool air on my ass. Both of us stumbling back. ...umping into the dining table. Roughly being turned around. Bent. That was me, me being bent over the table. My jeans around my ankles.My God! If the first part was a blur, the next part was anything but. No, if anything, the next part is crystal clear and in painfully sharp focus. He had me over the table, ass bare, legs spread open as wide as my. "I told her that I loved her, then I kissed her and we made love. And after we'd showered, we did something else that was important to me, for the first time ever I went with her to pick up the boys from school. I needed my family around me as I faced an unknown future, and they were there.We got through to the day of Peter's funeral, Wednesday December 19th. Molly had stayed with me the night before, she never complained about this weird life she had, where some nights she stayed over with me,. Our host let someone else take over his coveted spot. My wife guided the new guy into her twat with her hand. She serviced the three guys in front of her as the others waited for their turn in the driver's seat. It was easy to tell my cum slut wife was in heaven by what she was saying to the guys. It was equally obvious just how much every guy in the group enjoyed using my wife as their fuck toy by their commentsI couldn't see what the two guys were doing but it looked like they were taking. ”“Every once in a while, I like to drive.”I walk her around to the back of the aircraft, where the loading doors are open. She scoffs, “You have to be kidding me.” The security is backing 3 Porsche 911s out of the aircraft.“Really!!!”“The limo and SUVs wouldn’t fit. These are nice, small, light cars that fit.”“I thought I knew what opulence was. I had no clue.”I hold the car door open for her, and she gets in. I quickly get into my seat.“Wow, I thought it would be a lot more cramped in here..