”“So, um, is this going to become a regular thing, between you and Jeff?”“I don’t know what it is about him. I want to say no but as soon as...I’m near him all I want to do is to fuck him.”The pastor raised his eyes at his wife’s choice of words but didn’t comment on it. “I know what you mean. I don’t want Shirley but then I can’t say no either.”“Then let’s make a deal. As long as we don’t deprive each other of our love, we don’t say no to them,” Helen suggested. “Why don’t you invite Shirley. " (Now for thoseof you not from London this is traditional meat pie served with mash andliquor which is a green parsley gravy, it's as much a part of London asblack cabs and Beefeaters)Fiona continued, "Today I'm taking you to the mecca of pie shops, LManzeon Walthamstow High Street - and if you're luck you might see DavidBeckham!"I gave a squeal at this and commented, "Yeah right." She then told me shewasn't joking as he has been known to eat there, as we travelled acrossLondon we talked away. They fell on the bed together, still damp, and made out like teenagers, rolling around together, touching and squeezing each other all over.After a few minutes of deep, sensual kissing, they broke apart, staring into each other’s eyes. Becky laid her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat when she felt his chest rise in a deep sigh. “Daddy?”“Yes, sweetheart?”“Whatcha thinkin’ about right now?”“Eleven hours.”“Huh?”“Eleven hours ago, you climbed into this bed as my sweet, innocent,. She rested her flat, open palm on Dan’s cock, and purred softly, contentedly. Dan softly kissed her surgery scar, and she giggled. "It tickles." "I'd like to tickle something else!" Dan laughed. "With my tongue!" "Mmmm! I'd like that!" Roxanna cooed, fondly recalling how his tongue had coaxed the first orgasm of her life out of her. Dan slid his long, muscular body down along the mattress, until his face was squarely between Roxanna’s soft, smooth, silky thighs. Roxanna opened her sexy thighs.