Alan's head was on a pillow, his long sun-bleached hair fanned out against it, staring up at his father and then looking down again at the rampant tee...aged stud prick standing up between his legs. Harry's eyes were drawn to that sight, and then down to the low-hanging balls, and further down to the pink ass pucker that was shining with spit. Harry watched as Alan contracted his asshole and then slowly relaxed it. Some spit oozed out and started to slide down his ass crack.Harry hadn't really. Was it really worth it in the end?”“But I’m married.”“Yes, and Mark and I were both married when we met. None of that really matters in the end. What really matters is the feeling between you, and the two of you were in love just as surely as Mark and I are. Remember telling me that he knew with a few minutes what time Mike came in from the fields? That kind of connection between people is rare. If there is such a thing as a soul mate, the two of you were it. And anybody who saw the two of you. " "Doesn't it make you jealous?" "Not anymore." "That's good, because it shouldn't make you jealous. Michael, I think you're ready to come home." "Jeanne, I may be ready, but I'm not sure you're ready to have me come home." "Of course I am." "Think about it Jeanne. You have a new group of friends, Abby, Mark and Bobby. They're introducing you to a whole new life. If I come home right now I'll just be an impediment to that new life." "No Michael, never." "Jeanne, we started this. Now we have to. ...ok big dick....speak in the morning..." Aye Mary. You have fun....get them holes of yours well drilled. Haha" OooooLesley looked at herself in her full length bedroom mirror, and shuddered. She was preparing herself for the evening ahead and was preying for it to end. She was wearing a black basque with a black silk thong and matching black stockings. Her hair was gelled, and makeup applied, as near perfect as possible. She slipped an all in one, dark green sleeveless summer dress, over her.