I think.’ ‘My boy has a tender heart. I don’t want him to be hurt,’ the firm words matched his stern gaze. ‘I don’t want that, either,’ ...he responded to his silent question. He looked down at her with the same dark blue eyes as his son, but there was none of the familiar warmth to put her at ease. ‘I can see that. I’m thinking of other people, here. He’s a very passive boy. It won’t be easy for the two of you.’ ‘There isn’t a two of us,’ she tried to soften his concern with a laugh. ‘There is. "You can make it if he hustles," Kris said."Matt, did you say that you are meeting your Dad?" Jess asked me."Yes Jess, I did. As you can tell, I'm not really excited about thatbut I'd feel awful if I didn't go," I replied."Matt, you could do him like he used to do you and not show up. Youcould leave his ass hanging," Kris said."I thought of that but I want to give him one last chance like I didCorey..." That worked out, huh?" Jess said. "That dude is so happy now.Even working, he has a smile on. She and I are wonderful together. But my heart is yours. Totally. What I feel for her is a faint echo of my love for you. We have everything but the sex, and by the time I'm done with you, we'll be magical together. I know it."She kissed me long and deep. "I love you. You love me," she whispered. "Truce on our others?" Truce. Hell, what am I saying? It's not truce, I accept her in your life without limits. Whatever you want, Ok? But no way I'm bringing Jaime into our bed."She laughed. "Spoil. A couple of days later the sales woman I bought it from turned up at the door. She was quite short with long blonde hair, and somewhere around 40. She had quite large breasts which I had admired when I bought the bed. She had a good figure but being short with large breasts and a large firm ass which was well shown in a pair of tight leggings. I took her up to the bedroom and she checked the bed out making measurements with a string and tape measure. She said she agreed that it had sunk more.