“I love you, you know. I don’t think I’ve said it out loud before...”“You’ve been saying it with almost every movement, every touch.”“...aybe, but I want to say it, so there’s no doubt; I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”Her face lit up with a brilliant smile, but all she said was, “good.” She reached up and lay the palm of her hand against my cheek for a few seconds, then we just sat.A young couple walked past, pushing a small child in a buggy, a small dog – a spaniel. I figured she must have thought I was some kind of male stripper who took it off on stage.No one knew the truth except Sharon. I didn't tell my wife. I didn't tell anyone. Like a good husband, I did as I was told and kept the encounter to myself. Part of it was so I could meet her again, like Yuka had promised, but I never expected to meet like this."What are you doing here?" I slowly recovered from the surprised encounter."Probably the same thing as you," Sharon glanced at the cart in front of. She tried not to get too into it right then, but it was impossible to focus on the news, even the international kind, as her nephew’s tongue slid along her crack to taste and kiss her puckered hole. Maurice certainly knew his way around her ass and he obviously enjoyed pleasuring her that way, much to her delight. Yes, she could get used to having her bottom licked that way, whatever else she did, and she certainly planned to return the favor a lot!For Maurice, he couldn’t help but devour that. I can smell it.”“I know. I know. I shouldn’t, but business is so rough these days. Everyone’s out to get me.”“Would you like to talk about it?”“Sure, why not.”She felt his arm sliding underneath her back.“How’s the baby?” he asked.“Mustafa is such a beautiful child. When you were gone, I just held him, and he burped, can you believe it? His first burp. He cried a little, so I made him some warm milk, and then he slept in my arms. I kept thinking how great this child will be, and yet now he’s so.