Lindsey and I had been married for about twelve years, when Beverley formed the company. Michelle, Lindsey and I were called together at Beverley's ho...se for a meeting one day. She and George had moved out of the Willows and it had become — in all but name — Michelle's pub by then; besides being her, Quinn and their children's home.Anyway that day Beverley informed us all that she was setting up a private limited company that would run the two pubs and the micro brewery that John had set up. I just haven't seen someone so turned on by me like that in a long time...you did nothing wrong. Thank you for the foot massage! I enjoyed that" she said. "Anytime" I reply. I couldn't stop thinking about those soft soles once I got home. I wanted more lol. The next day was kinda weird because I saw her a few times this particular day but she didn't talk to me like she usually did. I think she felt bad about the whole thing...being married and all, which I understood. I had to work this. Bill couldn't take his eyes off of her as her mouth formed a perfect O. He could faintly hear her cries of pleasure as her release washed over her body, her head tossing from side to side, hair flying out of control as her orgasm hit her hard.Finally her movements stilled and he saw her inhale deeply. She rested her head against the seat for a few minutes and then dropped her legs from the dash. She flipped the lever and returned her seat to its normal position. Her eyes fluttered open and she. Trink noticed the direction Hank was looking in and winked "now me boyo which one of those pretties be yea interested in?" Hank chuckled "you're the pretties man, not me Trink, I was just noticing the young girl in the blue dress, her father gave me a balm for a few aching muscles last night that's all." Trink hopped up and waved his hand in front of Hank's eyes making him blink in surprise "yea going blind boyo? that ain't no young girlie that's a petite lil woman, true she ain't old I figure.