They didn't like the idea much, though. They wanted to keep the experiences, with their father, something for only them, now that he was gone. It woul... be their own, private, memory.Around mid-morning, Maggie and Sean left for her office, where she was to meet Mike, for the trip north. Her bags were on the back seat. Sean's head was in her lap, under her skirt, with his tongue busy on her cunt. Her face was squinched in concentration, as she tried to drive inconspicuously. She was soon forced. "You have nothing to be sad about," he consoled. "You are a beautiful and desirable woman."Through her sobs she tried to explain. "I can't get over feeling like I cheated on Jason. He was supposed to be my soul-mate; I'm not supposed to want another man after him." As the dam blocking her tears broke, she clung to Scott and cried. As soon as her tears began to slow, Scott straightened TK so he could look into her eyes."I'm not going to tell you I'm sorry for last night. I didn't plan it, but. You must have got bored out of your skull when you were unemployed in Greenfields. I've heard that plenty of relationships fall apart through far less." We're made of sterner stuff," said Molly."I know," said Mark appreciatively.Good, thought Molly. Her husband really didn't suspect a thing. Of course he needn't have had any doubts when they lived in Dagenham. What opportunities were there between work shifts and child care? In any case, the oafish youths and depressed adults in the apartment. After waiting about five minutes tomake sure no one was around I picked up the glove and was moving itaround gently in my hands to get a better look at it. The glove feltreally soft and brittle as I moved it around and occasionally glancingover my shoulder to keep making sure I wasn't going to get caught."Trying to steal my grandfather's glove, are we? That wouldn't be wiseMark." said a voice from behind me. I quickly put the glove down andtried to turn around and see who was talking to me but.