“Of course, it’s OK. You don’t need to ask me that. You should know by now that I want you to be happy. Our time together is wonderful, but you ...eed someone to love,” I say to her, which prompts her to kiss me passionately.I see John smiling at us kissing. He comes over and sits on the chair next to me.“Hey Boss, is there anything I can do for you?” John wonders.“Yeah, when Bobby and Sammy get some more food prepared, you can take a tray of appetizers around to the FBI guys and give them some. .. Uhm..."As Karen and Chris headed for the ladies room, the tension which had shot up all around the table started coming back down as I pretended not to notice anything strange going on. Then when I took an impassive deep drink of my beer, the level dropped almost back to normal."I take it Chris is a hopeless romantic?" I asked no one particular."That's an understatement," Virginia gasped out."You know, I used to be like that," Jenny offered."Yeah right," Mike chuckled."I was..." Jenny. I think they must have been around seventy years old. Mr. Wilson would always come over to my house and watch football or help me in the garage. i think he was kind of lonely and wanted another guy to hang out with, even though I was in my mid twentys we got along pretty well. I hardly ever saw Mrs. Wilson, she stayed busy with other things. After Mr. Wilson got to me pretty well, he started to say things about how he would like to watch his with another guy. Then he would ask me about my sex. .. after fucking her ruthlessly for a dozen minutes in the shower itself under the jets, I quickly saw that Max had left a nice load deep inside Tamara, which she proudly showed off to the rest of us, including Anton. Much to our shock, however, her brother actually knelt and began eating Max's cum directly from Tamara's pussy, as if it were an irresistible impulse now. He always struck me as very macho in a traditional Slavic way, so that was a bit of a shock. Maybe it was his bisexuality.