"I have to admit that I had concerns that Robin saw me as a charitycase. Did he tell you what he said to me when I was in hospital?"Charlie asked."Ye... he did and I think that hatred had been festering inside him sinceEmily betrayed him. Men are complicated Charlie, you know that. It'spossible that he went from despising you to feeling sorry for you andthen on to loving you," Samantha said."He does love you, you know. He confided in me that if it came down toyou or the job, he'd give up. In my early teens a male friend and I used to get into bed and play with each other. It started off as wanking races then got more intimate. Try though I might I could not get him to fuck me but we used to suck each other off; I used to suck him dry and swallow but he could not do that.I told my story about my first fucking in another story that is here online on my profile I guess. I was sixteen and whilst I had had experience with my young male friend I had not had any with an adult.He was. She blushed furiously pulling it back into place, but I saw her checking the bulge in my trousers."I just don't know why I'm doing this." She complained. "It's so wrong, but feels so right."I stroked the side of her face. Her eyes closed and she almost purred. I continued moving my hand, sliding it down her elegant neck, tracing her shoulder and then sliding it inside her blouse, capturing the breast in my hand with the nipple between my finders."You do it because you're my mom and you want to. She spoke directly to the barman in Dutch but she didn’t look like a Dutch girl. She was blonde, right enough, but she didn’t wear the same make up that Dutch girls tend to favour, in fact she had very little make up on at all and her clear skin was all the better for it. She looked at me as I approached the bar and smiling said “Good Evening” – perfect but accented English – but now I realised what the accent was. “Good evening,” I said, “You’re a long way from home.” She smiled “Is that.