Not as angry. Not as angry with me. We still didn't talk much. And of course he was away for a few days. I don't know. I just had the wild idea that h... was feeling better because he was seeing someone else." Carly fished in her brain for an appropriate answer.Stephen hadn't really started seeing someone else. He really just flirted. Well, flirted and masturbated in a private room at the bank, while his mother watched. And he sent her erotic emails. And got a hotel room to be with her. But .... “It’s here,” she said, “on the left.” I slowed, but still overshot a gateway set into the uncut verge and overhung by trees. I’d glimpsed drive curving off into the woods. Natasha was being bashful because her home was a bit special.“We don’t have to go straight in, do we?” Sara was gently waving her right thigh at me from the passenger seat. God.“Here, just here,” Sara pointed at a field entrance fifty metres along from Natasha’s drive. The ground was dry, it being July, and I pulled into it. It sounded too damn civilized. ‘What’s this mission like, sir?’ ‘Rob, you don’t have to call me sir, Ryan will do just fine. The only one you have to call sir in this platoon is the Captain. This is the best damn mission there is. We’ll log ten hours today, we’ll be lucky if we shut down more than once and that’ll be for a maintenance check. No waiting around for some tight-ass colonel. We’re going to deliver fresh food to the guys in the boonies. This afternoon we’ll re-supply the Marine CAP. He waited patiently. I can see in his eyes he knows I'm not finished. He knows I'm holding something back. I smiled. He must think it's something even more perverted than fucking a dog if I'm having trouble talking about it.I sighed and began to try to explain my relationship with Connie. I told him all about how we met and how things between us changed when I began to change. I told him how we spend our time, naked in bed with his cock between my thighs while I read dirty, nasty, extremely.