I’d done all I could for my daughter. It kinda bothered me that she wasn’t here to give me a ride. I wondered if she knew exactly when I was getti...g out. She shouldn’t have, given my desire as expressed to my lawyer in my letter to her. But well anyway, it was what it was. I really wanted to be away from there before I saw anybody. I started walking. It was a two mile walk to the bus stop. The small tube bag I was carrying was not exactly a burden: a change of clothes, a couple of personal. I opened my eyes that were now adjusted to the near darkness and not only could I see Nicole plunging her fingers of one hand plunging deeply in and out of her pussy and the other hand squeezing her tits, but also she was breathing as hard as we were. It was as if there was a band leader with a baton and he signaled a climax. All three of us came simultaneously with hushed moans. But I knew that we weren’t the only ones that enjoyed a healthy orgasm that night. Early in the morning as I slowly. Kean tried to settle in. He found some tablecloths but they were pretty thin. He maneuvered the couch so he could reach the phone. The longer he sat there the madder he got. Finally he jumped up and stormed down the hallway. Donita was lying on the other couch. He stormed up to her and shouted, “How dare you accuse me of anything! I was just trying to help! But if I am going to have the name…!” He grabbed Donita and pulled her from under the blanket. She slapped him and they struggled until he. Ernest laughed about the size of Joe, saying he was not sure about letting her have another man, but was countered by Gerald saying “oh doesn’t the butcher count then” which brought them both to a burst of laughter, and the refreshing of the beers. From upstairs the main bedroom overlooking the lawn, they heard ‘Anal’ triumphantly howl as he was prone to do with the conquest of a bitch, they exchanged glances, grinned then went back to the diaries. Ernest commented on the urolagnic game,.