She thought that was funny. She had met Mrs. Bird, who was a beautiful, classy woman. He wouldn't jeopardize his marriage would he?The time came when ...hey flew in the company plane to Raleigh. It was a beautiful day. Jean had worn a suit with a high neck blouse. The meeting only lasted an hour. Mr. Bird took her to lunch. She had two screwdrivers. At home she was a middleclass housewife, a soccer mom. With Mr. Bird, she was a somebody, meeting with important people. She looked across the table. Why don't you join us? I'm out of juice, but Stacy needs some more loving." He rolled to his side, his shiny cock glistening with white dollops of cum and Stacy's juices.Stacy smiled at me, "Oh, that's a great idea. Why don't you come and fuck your sweet wifey – come fuck your unfaithful wife as she tries to cuckold you with her coworker."I laughed. Stacy had read a lot of my stories too, so she knew just which buttons to push to get me cranked up.I stripped off a few layers of clothing. When I. "Lou", I said, "Lou"."Do you know how to keep score, Louie m'boy", he inquired. ( this was beforeelectronic score keeping ). I told him I did and waited for my nextinstructions.I followed his big frame out to the area where his team was playing. Samintroduced me to the team, "Gang this is Louie, he wants to be our officialscore keeper, so, Pete, get the hell out of that chair and let my buddy takeover."For the next agonizing hour and a half, I took score seeing a few dozen hotlooking studs. Rambo stopped at the corner and looked around for Troye. After a few seconds, he discovered where Troye was hiding, and walked up to Troye. Troye smiled. Slowly and gently, Rambo grabbed Troye and pulled him close protectively, so that they both were face to face. Troye looked into his robot's eyes, which were glowing bright metallic blue. For a few seconds they just stared at each other. Troye looked down and caught a glimpse of something between the robot's legs. He couldn't believe it. Rambo.