” She was entirely exposed, and Patrick ran his sure fingers over her ample ass cheeks, teasing at the cleft between with his thumbs. Marissa couldn...t help arching back into his hands, her pulsing, achy pussy looking for any stimulation it could get. His hands left her, and Marissa sighed with disappointment. She heard him moving, then the sound of rummaging. “I've been reading. Studying, this last week. After watching everything that asshole did to you, I became curious about why you'd let him. ”“Yep, I was going to ask if I could buy some of your shares back. I didn’t want a stranger to have an equal say in the business, especially not a Brit.” He said the last with an embarrassed smile. “But now I think you could be just what this place needs. From what JJ has told me you are a fully qualified gun maker of shotguns.”“Not just shotguns, Purdy makes custom rifles. I’m also a member of the Worshipful Company of Gunmakers. We are responsible for the London proof house where the barrels. Mostly because of my nerves, but that wasn’t the only reason.“She just wasn’t the one, mom,” I had said. Mom had hugged me then, and she had felt warm and comfortable. What I hadn’t said then, but had already subconsciously been thinking was: “Why can’t you be the one, mom, even if just for one night?”Eventually I had said it out loud. Nothing had happened until months later, but we had talked about it quite a few times. Mom had not thought the idea to be as weird as I had assumed. “It’s. I already had my bikini under a summer dress, I went straight to the pool. Not many people were there, most were couples, but there was a man alone, lying on a lounger, almost on a corner of the pool space. I spread the towel on the grass next to him, the other people were on the other side of the pool. Almost without looking at him I decided that he would be the one to fuck me that afternoon. I was lying on my stomach and I started to think about sex, about lintels, about men, about that man..