I stripped ready to be called into action.Soon we were all naked. Rachel was devouring George’s cock and tugging at his low-hanging balls while I w...s taking her from behind. George and I were looking at each, as I had one hand on Rachel’s bottom and the other on George’s shoulder. We decided to swap ends. Rachel was going to take George’s mighty tool in her vagina. She was all wet from me, so that would make things easier. I took his cock in my hand and helped him slide it in. It was. To wait for the right guy. To avoid men like your dad and his friends.”“The problem is meeting the right guy. Most of the girls go to exclusive private schools, and some you haven’t met go to boarding schools. The only guys they see are mostly the same type of rich, spoiled brats or rich married men. You were an anomaly. So was John, actually, because he wasn’t part of any of the social circles. But Lisa thought she could control him easier than one of the rich boys.”“Well, I don’t know what to. Every day when I came home from work there was at least an hour or more of time added to the hour meter. Not one of my women would admit to using it but the grass catcher was full and I had to empty it.That night in bed while we were making love my wife finally admitted that she had been riding my new lawnmower and that it had a very unique vibration in high speed. She explained that if she holds a golf ball between her legs inside her panties so that it touches her clitoris and then she leans. I never faked any of our intimacy and wish I hadn't lied about my name."Her apology seemed sincere, but wasn't nearly enough to make me miss my flight."You're not going to forgive me, are you?" Not yet," I agreed, more annoyed than angry and quickly running out of patience for her excuses."Wait, I can explain..." No Beth, you can't," I snapped, turning away.Her eyes were glistening when I headed towards the door, but this time she made no effort to control the tears. I was impressed that she.