"Mr. Lyons. I can't tell you what a privilege it is to finally meet you. Your exploits are legendary."Mr. Marks was a wealthy and powerful man, a lege...d himself. Trent thought his greeting was over-effusive.Marks waved Trent to the large, richly upholstered leather sofa that sat along one wall."Please, have a seat. Would you like coffee? Maybe something stronger?"Trent declined, and Mr. Marks joined him at the other end of the sofa.The months since Trent's return from Chechnya had been a. My cock leaped to attention in my pants, wanting to be driven deep inside her tight pussy. I felt frustrated as I rubbed my cock through my pants, wanting more. A few two or three minutes, I quietly backed out of the room and went into the master bathroom to jerk myself off. As I did, I imagined hoping on that bed with her and sliding my cock inside of her and fucking her until I came deep within her. I got up and showered and then put on a pair of boy shorts panties and a camisole top and. Her head went back and she looked into my eyes and I saw moisture there. I didn't know whether she was crying, or had something in her eye, but I didn't feel right just jamming her full of prick with those unfallen tears there."You okay?" I asked. My voice cracked."I don't know." she said. "I feel happy, but I also feel like I shouldn't." She turned her head toward her husband. "Ralphie?" she whined.He unfroze and reached for her hand, scooting the chair closer. "It's okay baby." he said. His. I brush your hair out of your face, and kiss your neck. Slowly tracing my tongue down to the nape of your neck, a small gasp escapes you. "You alright?" I ask. You smile. "Yes," you say and lean into kiss me. I return the kiss, waves of lust flow over both of us as if we are lying in the sand, and every time the ocean crashes over us the desire becomes more and more. I suck on your bottom lip, not letting go of the kiss until I have to. I undo one of the buttons on your blouse, revealing a.