None of it inspires any confidence in him whatsoever that the news she has for him is good.“You remember what our mission is, right?”Sheepishly, T...ny looks down at his lap and shakes his head.“Kinda embarrassing to admit, but not really, no. I just show up for the paycheck.”“Seriously?”Zimmerman’s brow is furrowed and she rubs her free hand over her face. Shaking her head, she continues.“Exploring quantum physics as a private company, without governmental backing.”“…Oh,” Tony simply says,. ..ah....did you...." I helped her with her shyness. "Did I come?" "Yes," she smiled. "No," I replied. "I was saving that for you." I'm wanton, David," she whispered. "I think I'm over-sexed!" I squeezed her tit harder, then pulled her closer to me. "We have something in common," I said."You're sure you didn't come," she said, sliding her body down mine until she was on the floor, her head just above my engorged cock."Good," she whispered, grasping the shaft in her right hand and lowering her. It was answered almost immediately.“Hello, my darling, I’m just on the 172, be about ten minutes!”“Great! I’ll put the kettle on!”“Love you!”I ended the call and replaced the mobile on the passenger seat, then got moving again, turning right at the ‘Blue Bell’ and then back onto the A172. In just over the anticipated ten minutes (a tractor and trailer and no place to safely overtake), I was turning into the gate of an old Georgian Rectory, the gravel crunching under my tyres as I went past the. . and worse.He hated guns in my first life ... so the idea of Daddy hunting pheasant in Grannie's fields ... impossible.But in this life he not only hunted ... he kept a Cocker Spaniel.In my first life he died in 1959 ... people wouldn't listen ... they wouldn't listen when I told them about the puppies ... or the things he did to cats."Charles wouldn't do that. Your father was an honorable man," the townspeople would reply.Don't talk to me about honor ... he was a lawyer.Maybe it was me who.