How did the birthday go?’ ‘Fine I didn’t send you a letter thanking me for your present because you didn’t send me one.’ ‘Bitch.’ ‘Oh ...hat’s rather radical for an attorney speaking to his client.’ ‘For some reason I don’t understand, we have become friends.’ ‘Oooh, I like that confession.’ Rick protested. ‘It’s not a confession. There is nothing sneaky about that comment.’ ‘Oh I’m so glad my attorney is an honorable person. To keep you relaxed may I say lunch on Saturday without sex?’ ‘You. This morning she told me that Grandma would be taking the kids out. That meant we'd have two, maybe three hours to ourselves, so rare, so precious. Knowing that for her that meant maybe we could go Christmas shopping together. She'd spent the morning cooking trying to stockpile some meals to be reheated against the interminable Christmas schedule. I shoved her out of the kitchen, "I'll clean up." "It's my mess," she said, but I shooed her off to do more important things. "You can thank me once. ” He got up from behind the desk and Moe walked to a door and opened it. John put his hand on my back and gently pushed me to get me moving. Moe followed us into the room and closed the door. The room had old Venetian blinds that were closed, casting the room in a soft glow. There was a couple of beat up chairs, a half empty bookcase and a big old-fashioned desk pushed up against the far wall. John and Moe at the same time began unbuttoning their shirts and pulling them off. I stood there. I'm in love with you and I want to be with you." I saw through my blurry eyes that there were tears in her eyes as well as I whispered, "I love you, too, Crystal, you mean everything to me," and we kissed again. She reached down and pulled my boxers to the floor, gripped me my the cock and pulled me into the bedroom, laid down, spread open and patted her hand on her pussy, whispering, "You know what we both want right now, right, Tim?" and I got between her legs and united our bodies as we had.