His father Peter Belfour came over and joined him.“You did a good job today son. I appreciate you working on your birthday,” Peter slapped his son...on the back.“Come on I have a treat for you,” Peter led his son to the pickup truck parked in the shade of what used to be the farmhands barracks and was now the garage and workshop where Peter kept his farm machinery.He had converted part of the building into a games room for the children, updating the gaming equipment as the kids got older. Peter. When I asked him to justify that comment he stumbled a bit but the gist of it was that in his opinion men were like the cat in the Rudyard Kipling story, "I am the cat who walks by himself, and all places are alike to me!"He argued that men didn't get attached emotionally, they just screwed around, using women for what they needed before going across the road for lunch, and while this may be true of some men (and women, harsh but true) I did, and still do, maintain that he is more like a puppy,. Both of us panting collapse onto the bed pulling each other close wanting to feel bonded. Im so glad I gave you a chance. It was worth it. I snuggle up against you for a few minutes both of us catching our breath. You were absolutely incredible. I can feel your cock against my leg and the thoughts of what just transpired were making me wet again. I reach down and stroke your cock.“That hunger of yours is insatiable isn’t it?” u chuckled pulling me close and kissing me “Hmm never got any chance. Paula nodded but did not smile. ‘I really loved him,’ Paula sobbed. ‘I thought he loved us. I thought this was going to be happily ever after.’ Paula paused and looked at Jane. ‘You knew when he took that job that he was looking for a way out, didn’t you?’ she said. Jane nodded. ‘Well he found it. He found her.’ ‘I honestly didn’t think he would find someone. I just thought he wanted a way out,’ Jane said. ‘Well, she can have him. I still have you. You’re all I ever wanted, anyway.’ ‘Yeah, it.