I mean your story, I’m beginning to feel a lot better about my Dad and me. I really needed to talk to someone outside our home, and Michelle was the...only person I know, besides my Dad, that I could talk to. So if you and Michelle want some time alone, I’ll just go downstairs and watch TV. Is that okay? Are you alright with me knowing, because I promised Michelle that I’d never tell a soul, and I never will. That promise goes to you, too.”Ben was speechless. The thought of being discovered had. And this time she had the chance to do it right.She kissed him softly, her lips blending into his, in the gentle way she always wished a guy would have done with her. His arms found their way around her, tight with longing, clutching onto her like a lifeline.The way he held her was new. He didn't try to dominate, or seize, or take her. He just held her, as if he had never had a hug in years. Maybe he hadn't.And so what if he was fat? There was something soothing about the feel of his soft belly. She rapped loudly on the locked door.“Hold up,” Brig Mbye admonished in a whisper. Then he yelled, “What?”“The gendarmes are approximately six minutes away from the target, sir!”“Good! Keep me posted!”The woman returned to her station.Brig Mbye stroked his meaty, 8½-inch cock and looked down at the big tittied European boi. “Suck it some more!” The brigadier had met the chubby sissy during a trip to Luxembourg where he had his secret bank accounts. He brought the effeminate bitch back with him. “Road trip! I’d forgotten how much I enjoy that.”Laughing, she bounced in her seat, as excited as I was. “Me too! We should get some beer, drink a toast to leaving bad shit behind and starting over.”“It’s eight in the morning.”“Who cares? Let’s be outlaws!” She hesitated as something occurred to her. “Wait… what about your wife and daughter? Won’t they be expecting you home?”“No, they’re in Lubbock now, with my wife’s new husband. I’m divorced; I only worked that shitty job to pay child.