"I need you," I say, and kiss her left cheek. "I dream about you when I'm alone," I say, and kiss her right cheek. "I cry for you when you're not here...with me," and I kiss her on the lips again, not so hard this time, but with the same warm urgency.That's when I feel her arms lift. She puts her hands on my hips, and her long, light fingers are like fire through my jeans. She still seems tentative, though, like she's scared to give in to me.I lift my mouth off her lips and press my forehead into. Mother-in-Law, Big Brothers, Both Sisters, all the Nieces, even some Uncles and Aunts saw us off. Not the first one begged me to take care of Gus, as they knew that was a given. They loved, and trusted me completely. Even though we divorced, after 21 years, that trust and faith was never broken.After a grueling flight, through an Alaskan Airport that had been badly damaged by the 1964 earthquake, we finally debarked from a commuter plane in Albany. Waiting for me and my 4-month pregnant wife. How come Mark Trerise and his wife became such good friends of yours? You were never that friendly with him when you worked for him, and he did give you the sack?" Oh, dear, poor Mark, he felt so guilty about it. It turned out it was him who told Gary Wilson that I was in Basingstoke, and he thinks Gary might have got my cell-phone number out of his files as well." It was while the divorce was going on. He came round and apologised to me. Apparently he and Gary went out for dinner one lunchtime. "Chuckling, Kenny began to finger both women's pussies. Two panty-clad asses churned at his hands as the women tried to bring themselves off. But Kenny stopped just short."The guests'll be here soon," he said, yanking his hands free. "You both will be serving hors d'oeuvres, making sure we have enough drinks, you know, hostess stuff. Better get back into your clothes."The front doorbell was ringing as the two women picked up their clothing and hurried into the kitchen."How could you!" hissed.