I may be able to tell you in time but not now. And, if it's any comfort to you, I'm not going to even mention to Deborah that Neil was here." Keeping ...ecrets from your beloved already?" Sharon asked with a grin."Yes for the time being. Please don't push this. I'm being secretive for a very good reason. On the other hand," and here he smiled, "I'm perfectly happy to tell you what I know of Neil."Sharon dropped her eyes then looked up again. "Go on," she said. "Tell me." He was in the Royal. “I think Aidan is expecting you. Go through.”As soon as Sam stood aside to allow Julie entrance, the latter strode into the flat and went straight to the living room. Aidan was sitting in an armchair. He did not get up.“OK, Aidan,” Julie barked. “What’s going on? This some game you’re playing? What’s she doing here?”“Sit down Julie,” Aidan said, his face registering no emotion, remaining neutral.It halted her tirade or any other questions she might have had, but she did not sit down, choosing. It was not a fucking hotel room, why he was surprised to find Dylan in Dylan’s own room. A young high school junior, at least 6’ 2’’, 180—185, a thinner frame with features of an angel. Adrian had a couple of piercings in each ear and pierced tongue as well. He was wearing a metal studded leather looking thing around his neck as is mostly worn by the dogs as a collar. He had no shirt on, showing his tight abs and very flat stomach. His happy trail quickly disappearing down into the jeans. Dylan. I kneel by the side of the bed and await further instructions, trying unsuccessfully to resist gawking at the sexy serpentine shape writhing under the covers just inches away from my very hungry, salivating mouth.He smirks and pulls the covers back, revealing his sculpted slab of rock hard and throbbing manmeat. I instantly get a whiff of his manly musk mixed with the undeniable smell of my wife’s cunt. “You like what you see?” he laughs, mocking my obvious eagerness as my eyes grow wide in.