1. I''d Never View it as Cheating--Part 2


    Date: 7/10/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: senorlongo, Rating: 92.5, Source: sexstories.com

    Chinese restaurant where we met Toni. After dinner we drove immediately to see Lizzie. She was confused as always, but she did smile when David and Beth kissed her cheek. One of the staff had told us that she’d had a “good day,” whatever that meant. I still didn’t know, although I knew that Alzheimer’s patients often became cross and belligerent for no apparent reason. So far I hadn’t seen any of that from Lizzie. We told her we were going fishing on July Fourth. She seemed to like the idea, but who could really know? David and Beth would pick her up at 9:30 that morning. By then Toni and I would have returned from her house, picked up some subs, salads, and pickles from the deli and loaded them with a couple of cases of soda in the cooler with enough ice to keep us going all day and into the night. I’d rigged a shade in the past and I was pretty sure we’d need it for Lizzie. I planned on giving her a nap once the fishing was done. Everything went without a hitch. Toni and I spent the night together, falling asleep together only in the early morning after fucking twice and bringing her to three explosive orgasms. I thought that night that I could really fall for Toni if something were to happen to Lizzie. However, while Lizzie lived, regardless of her health, there would only be one woman for me. After leaving Lizzie around eight so she could get a good night’s rest David drove Beth home for their dates. I said nothing, even knowing that they’d have company all night—Paul ...
    Davis sleeping with Beth in her small bed and Laura James sleeping with David. Toni had been right—there was more than enough stress to go around. If my kids were going to have sex, and they obviously were, I’d prefer it be in a safe and controlled situation rather than in the back seat of some car where they could fall prey to some predator or pervert. Toni and I had all the ice, sodas, and food in the big fish box under one of the bow seats by the time Lizzie arrived with the kids. I’d hooked up the boat trailer to Lizzie’s SUV last night and stowed all the gear, too. We had plenty of rods and reels, sinkers and hooks—enough to last almost the entire summer, if needed. We belted Lizzie into the middle of the rear seat between Beth and Toni while David joined me up front. A minute later we were moving down the highway toward Captree State Park, only minutes from our home. Captree occupies one end of the western section of Fire Island, a barrier beach that separates the Great South Bay from the Atlantic. Nobody swims there, not with the state’s two premier ocean beaches nearby. Mammoth Jones Beach was just a few minutes’ drive to the west. Robert Moses, named for the architect of all the state parks on Long Island, was just a minute southeast of Captree. The two parks were separated by the Fire Island Inlet, a place where fishing was king. I paid the parking fee and carefully backed the trailer down the ramp while David handled the lines and Toni and Beth held Lizzie securely ...
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