He WAS quite good looking in his own way - the large white Aran jumper offset his red curly hair in a fetching way, though his patched denim dungarees...were decidingly wrong.Laughlingly she murmured 'Derek, I enjoy it anyway, lets stay a while. I'm getting . . . . antsy" You have ants? Where? I did not sign up for this?! mmm I'm tired" Derek declaimed whilst passively stroking his huge boner."You listen to me you turdburglar, I want to asky you something" Yes"? Derek simpered, his erect. "Me either. I don't want this to end." I said. She squeezed my hand."Well it better not end, bub." She growled. I shook my head at her, and she knew what I meant. She kissed my palm, just like at the bar a week ago, and settled back in to watch the scenery pass by.I wondered if it would be possible to have Anna be my assistant. I really needed one, and I know she's way better at the paperwork and organizational stuff that I'll ever be. Was I thinking with my dick? If things went south for us,. After Rick had passed,Tammy, now 57, was devastated. She had been with Rick since high school. Tammy leaned on her daughter Beth and me since we all lived close. Tracy and her f****y had moved across the country for work. Late one night while at Tammy’s, Beth confessed her marriage was falling apart. She also informed me that Tammy had told her about our special relationship. Beth and I talked in great length about how I met her parents, the extended vacations, Rick’s wishes for us to continue. "Was the waitress giving me an odd look?" I asked after the server leftour table to fetch our coffee."You're imagining things, sweetie," said Natalie. "But wouldn't it besexy if she did suspect? Wouldn't it be kind of exciting if she knew thatthere was something kinky going on?"No, it wouldn't be sexy if we were found ..." Here's your coffee," our waitress said, appearing out of nowhere withour coffee in hand. "Are you ready to order or do you need a fewminutes?"Natalie burst out laughing, and.