And I knew you wouldn't accept my advances unless I did something really bold like this. Tell me you don't like me or what I'm doing to you right now....Well, I had a gorgeous eighteen year old female, built like a brick shit house, red hair top and bottom, what little there was in the minute landing strip there at the bottom, naked, on her knees in front of me, jacking me off as I stood naked before her. What the shit do you think I was going to answer her? Cousin or not."Oh, God, yes. I love. That probably wasn't the smartest idea, but he figured he would let Allen Williams do all the worrying about that particular relationship. Greg had enough worries of his own.Greg and Allison made their way down the hall to the back door, where they descended the stairs to the pool deck, then crossed the lawn to the guest house. He was so eager to see what was going on that he was the first to reach it.He opened the door and poked his head in, expecting to see the girls naked and taking pictures. It's ok with me. I hope I don't have trouble convincing people that Cindy Monroe is my wife. 'Hey guys, you know that babe on the chewing gum ad? Yeah, I'm banging her.' " Cindy laughed. She told me that Peter would be in the city for work most of the week, so it would be just the girls."Are you going to be ok there?" Sure of course." Love you." "Love you too. Have fun."And yes I was ok. Sure, no sex for a few days would be rough. And I know I didn't deserve sympathy, but for the past couple. He was a suave, silver haired and handsome man. When Cahill introduced Belle, the judge bowed over her hand and said something in French about being enchanted. Belle answered him right back in the same language and before you could say spit, Cahill chimed in and the three of them were yammering away in damned French.I stood by politely as they had their gabfest; I didn’t have to pretend that I didn’t understand what they were going on about. Of all the things I might ever do, learning French.