This story is long, and gains momentum at its own pace. It was written contiguously therefore each chapter should ideally be read in order to maintain...continuity. They simply were not written to stand-alone. If you’re seeking a fast-paced bawdy read, I’m afraid I’ll just have to disappoint you. Many of the chapters contain highly erotic scenes of adults having intimate sexual relations. If you are somehow offended by this or are under 18, please stop reading here. If on the other hand, this is. "You seemed to like this the other day when I did it for you," he whispered. Looking pointedly at my own cock, which was now hard and sticking straight up, he said, "I can tell you still do." He took his hand away from his cock, and swayed his hips back and forth. I watched his cock gently bounce, mesmerized. "You want this?" he whispered. "Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes, I want your cock." "Where?" "In my mouth. I want to suck your beautiful cock." "Where else?" "In my ass. I want you to fuck me." He. Mum's funeral. The second funeral in five months. Another empty space in my life.Dad took it badly. He and Mum had been married 36 years.Dad had known that Mum was ill, but not how ill. We found out that the breast cancer which had affected her early last year had spread and she had refused treatment because she wanted to enjoy what time she had left. To quote from her letter to Dad which she asked to be given to him on her death, "The cancer has spread and there is no cure. The treatment they. " Ian laughed to himself and said, "I shouldn't really tell you, trade secrets and all that but what the hell, you can't do anything about it now can you?" He pretended to use a camera and laughed again. "Actually, it was quite easy. When you left me alone in your office earlier, I put some on your lipstick. So really, you drugged yourself. Brilliant huh?"A new wave of anger swept over me. I was enraged that he went down my bag, and angry at my naivety in leaving him alone in my office. "You.