"Sara's jaw dropped."She's the oldest of the bunch. She's eighteen." He's what? Twenty-seven?" Twenty-six," I countered."That's getting closer to norm...l," she admitted."Uh-huh. And exactly how do you think you can tell an eighteen year old girl who she can't date?" Her parents know?"I told her the story about Jason formally asking permission to date Susan.Sara giggled. "He always had a twist on words," she admitted. "And he didn't seem rude or coarse. And you KNOW how construction guys can be.". "Holy shit, Beth," he groaned. Her tongue flicking was driving him crazy. Cameron glanced down and she smiled, more with her eyes than her mouth, since her mouth was busy pleasuring him. He felt his orgasm coming. It was the sight of her pink lipstick, smeared around her full lips that pushed him past the point of no return."Beth girl, you're gonna make me cum," he grunted.She squeezed harder on his shaft and continued to flick her tongue as fast as she could. She felt his cock throb, and she. Most knew the back story, and by now, my ex-wife knew she had been lied to when she accused me of cheating.Cathy left with as much dignity as she could muster.My name is Charles Fremont, Chas to my friends and family. I am 33, and as I said before back in Grand Rapids, MI for my father’s funeral. I was married to Cathy Gilman for two years and we divorced more than four years ago.I am a ‘road warrior’ I have worked as a field sales/service engineer for almost ten years. I am rarely required to. It was a warm fall night and the stars were shining in the black sky overhead. He was late. Out of nowhere he had called me and had told me that he needed to see me. I had come at the given time but where was he? I was growing impatient as I looked around into the darkness of the cemetery “Sorry to keep you waiting” I heard a voice form behind me. I turned to see him standing behind me dressed in black and red Tripp pants and an unbuttoned black dress shirt, His hair falling gracefully.