The only question was: Which choice would keep that relationship going most strongly - more time with her, or occasional dates? Too deep for me! I wen... with my gut and hoped I wasn't just hungry."I'd be more than happy to move in with you, Patricia." I said, "You do have to realize, however, that I'm a good ten years older than you, and maintaining this weekend's pace is probably not in the cards..."She smiled and pretended to wipe her brow, "Whew! That's a relief! My poor pussy and cock would. It was about six months after I made it to the Tactical Response Team, and Crowley and Jenkins had sent me to the FBI training complex in Quantico, Virginia when a training slot had opened. It had been very educational, but perhaps not quite the way it was originally intended. I gave a sheepish smile. “I’m surprised the FBI wants anything to do with me these days.”She laughed, and Hank Jenkins asked, “What happened, Grim? What did you do to the FBI?”“Hank! It was nothing!”Special Agent Delahoye. Sooner rather than later. Is it going to happen this weekend?’ She flexed her hips and thrust her tongue in my mouth. This hot woman had seduction on her mind, and she didn’t care about my youth. I drew back from the kiss and said, ‘Yes, but not tonight. Let’s get sorted. See you downstairs in a few minutes.’ Anne and Molly and Helen were lying back, smiling and laughing, when I returned. ‘Look! She hit on him and he almost didn’t know what to do.’ I messed around with kisses and tickles and. "“Oh I know, but I’ve got plans for that cum.”The last few minutes of the drive were torture for both of us. My cock was straining painfully against my pants and her intermittent sighs revealed she wasn’t lying when she said she might not make it to the shower.I pulled into the driveway almost spinning out and practically ran to the front door. By the time I got the front door open my wife was not far behind me. She walked through the door and headed straight for the master bathroom.I followed.