’ ‘You didn’t…you know…your wedding night and all…you expect me to believe that you slept Jen? That is quite unlike the girl I used to dat... way back when.’ ‘Uh…lets not go there okay Don? Randy and I were going to eat some breakfast, would you like to join us?’ ‘I only ordered enough for us Jen. Sorry Don. If you like…’ ‘Oh no. I wouldn’t want to intrude on your breakfast. Jen already let me have a few bites anyway. You two probably have some…unfinished business to work on. Jen tells me that. After collecting his bag from the baggage carousel he strode over to the car hire section and arranged for a car which he picked up on the top floor of the airport car park. Checking the address he pulled out into the bright Spanish sunshine and started the hour and a half long drive from Malaga to Marbella on the motorway that wound its way West. * Davy sat in the beach front café eating Calamari and drinking ice cold beer with the man who wanted a completely new identity. A price was arranged. ‘You can give it a kiss if you like’.I started to shake my head but didn’t resist when I felt his hand pulling me towards him so his cock was quickly just a few inches in front. ‘You’ll like it’ he said quietly as it touched my lips.I began to protest but as my lips parted his cock just glided in. Maybe it was down to the wine, but I let my mouth open wider and I took him in deeper, tightening my lips around his shaft. Truth is I was LOVING the feeling of his cock filling my mouth as I sucked. ”“Wait? Do I have a car?”Simon looked at him like he was a lunatic.“The Spyder? Do you not even remember that?”“Spyder? Like in Porsche Spyder?” Carter was certain his brain was slowly coming to a halt.“I wondered why you didn’t come to work in it. But I assumed it was because of the accident.”“I drive a car. That kind of car,” Carter said only to confirm it to himself.“Yeah. You used to say that whenever you feel hungry, you only need to think of that car, and it’s the best diet tip ever,”.