Marie made me kneel down infront of her and she sucked away on my cock taking itright down her throat. All the while Alan (that was his name) was thru...tingaway at her and I stretched out my hand and gentlystroked his arse as it gyrated up and down. Then, movingmy hand down between his legs, I fondled his hairy ballsand that lovely hard cock slipping and sliding in andout of Marie.By now Alan was licking away at my cock as well and Iwas getting really turned on by my unexpected stroke ofluck.. ‘Oh please do pal! That frigid bitch would believe a lot of shit about me. Nothing short of murder most likely, but believe I screwed a fudge packer? Nuh-uh. No way. She hates faggots just as much as I do! She’d blow your fucking head clean off! Ha, ha, ha, ha.’ George was rapidly working to hysteria as the giggling continued. Kristoff shrugged and started to walk briskly toward the door. ‘You’ve had fair warning George, resign or first I tell your wife, then the media.’ He said as he walked. "Amy face was white with suppressed anger, and her eyes were a flinty blue."My mother died when I was ten years old. I swore on her grave, a pauper's grave, that I would marry only for a position in life, and not for that fickle fleeting feeling called love."To say I was bewildered would be a great understatement. I am a simple man, and I thought that when you met a lass that you loved, who loved you in return, you got married and had children. I wasn't gentry or nobility, but I did have a. X's experiences with that first, special woman in his life.Even though Anna and I still regularly shared and updated memories through our digital link, that didn't tell the whole story. Memories only have meaning based on how you interpret them. Having those memories didn't tell me how Anna truly felt about them. Perhaps she couldn't fully reconcile Paul's presence with Bill's ownership record in her. Or maybe it was that Paul never tried to reassert ownership over her. I sincerely doubt she.