I was getting everything else I had ever dreamed of, but I certainly wasn't getting it with David and Tori anymore.I called Margaret from the phone bo... down the road. I offered her double if I could come straight away. She agreed without comment. If I drove up the A23, fought my way round the North Circular, took the A10 to Cambridge, I could be at Margaret's in four or five hours. I would be at the University Arms by mid-afternoon and ready for her by teatime. She said she would return from. It also made very good corn bread.The down side was that none of my wives were pregnant. I felt that if I was fertile, at least one should be pregnant. I sat down with them one night and told them about my illness and what my mother told me about my fertility. I then said, "If any of you girls want to leave me for a man who can give you children, I will let you our of your promise to me." I was crying quietly. This had hurt me deeply, and I prayed that they would all want to stay with me.They. She radiated sex appeal.We were in a rut playing cards and drinking every weekend with the same couple, Bob and Carol who were a little older than us, and just as dull. I was bored to death.I love to photograph Shirley in the nude and had quite a collection. I usually kept two or three snapshots of her in my wallet. One day, and I still don't know why, I showed a couple of her pictures to two of my co-workers Matt and Hank. Both were about my age. Matt was taller and Hank was about an inch. I knew she couldn’t see us from that angle, but hoped to hell she didn’t try and come in. I at least want to reach a half decent orgasm. His thrusts were reaching manic levels and my groans of pleasure and excitement were making me feel slightly giddy. I was in a dream looking at myself now as the morning sunshine veered in the window. Good thing the windows were tinted … I hope they were anyway. My pure ecstasy was now staring to reach a peek and Jack seemed to be pretty determined to make my.