He was divorced from her mother and lived there all year round, so entertaining his daughter and her friends was to be his pleasure, as you the reader... will see as you read on.He had our company for two weeks and being more than twice our pubercent ages, he was going to see more than, a wet dream for a voyour wanker.His daughter, Pia, warned us of his isolation and the lack of sexual contact with women.'As long as he has a strong heart, Pia', one of the girls replied, to the peal of laughter. “Next Sunday.”“Hmm? Why then?”“Because Lissa and I will be on our way to Minneapolis. You need to look at your Daytimer again.”“Oh man. It’s time already! I wish you didn’t have to go early, or that I didn’t have to go later.”“Believe me; you don’t want to be with us that first day we’re there. Did you see the condition of those outfits?”“They looked fine to me.”“They’re a mess. They washed the fabric, sewed the outfits, and shipped them. Lissa and I have a hundred shirts and a hundred skorts. Spit ran down her face as these men jammed their huge dicks down my wife's throat with no mercy whatsoever. They squeezed her tits hard pulling them up by the nipples . I wanted to come towards her to help one point as she gagged but decided not to. I would have never thought she would get into it so much.One of the guys popped his load down her throat while the second one jerked off on her face. "Oh please! What are you going to do to me next?" They spouted some babble getting into their. And if he wanted something more was he looking for a one-nighter or to rekindle our past relationship? His tone showed a hint of aggression, like he had on rare occasion when we were together, so I assumed he was thinking of getting a little action at the very least.What did I want? Oh sure, I wanted to fuck him badly, but did I want something more?That night, I masturbated myself to sleep, like I often did. My fantasy was of Mike forcefully taking advantage of me. It was a fantasy I had played.