It was the least he could do.A few minutes later Kevin began to get a hold of himself. He dried his eyes on a tissue from a box beside the bed and too... a few swallows of water. There would be more tears and emotional upheaval later, but for now, Kevin knew he had to deal with reality. “What about me, Sir?”“Kevin, you suffered a pretty severe concussion and your right heel was badly broken. According to the doctor they fused the bones of your heel. This should allow you to eventually walk with. Ever since, I've wondered whether Constance's affair with Copland, evolved out of her work for the party during that election or whether her sudden interest in local politics and the election was a result of her and Copland's affair. I have to accept that's probably a question I'll never learn the answer to.I suppose I was still pondering that question, when my companion pulled me away from the window. The last glimpse I got was of Constance's head going up and down. Copland had both his hands. “Your car is out in front, ready to go.”“Oh, good,” she gathered up the keys and her copies of the paperwork, then extended her hand. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you.”“The pleasure’s been all mine,” he said as he shook her hand.There was a feeling of desperation in his mind as he watched her get up out of the chair to leave. He wasn’t sure what he’d expected to happen, but it seemed to him she was leaving just like any other customer. He didn’t want it to end this way, with her. To help me choose, Ingrid ran a finger through her wetness and stuck it under my nose before pushing it into my mouth. This was getting complicated. Sure, I wanted to fuck the blonde teen. But, in front of my daughter? Almost sure, Mel wouldn't mind. But, in front of her daughter? "I... I... just don't know. This is awkward. " What's the problem, Grey? You want to fuck me. I want to fuck you. I want to feel your manly sperm filling my ripe young cunt. Your daughter wants to watch." She grasped.