Greg was black-mailing me because he knew I liked to sneak out of the program most nights to visit my girlfriend. Had to pay the piper, or at least gi...e the piper a flute to play every now and again.Greg was one of those angry bitter people you meet in life sometimes. The glass was always half empty for that guy. He blamed his homosexuality on his former wife. Said she cheated on him and took him to the cleaners in divorce court. Now he could Never trust a woman Again!Slowly, as I listened to. " She placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled him down slightly. She stood on tiptoe and placed light kisses on each of his cheeks."Ron."‘Shit!’ Ron mentally cursed the fates. His wife did not sound happy. He wondered how it was she always managed to appear at just that moment when something innocent like a 'Hi, how are you?' could be construed as something nefarious. "Hi, honey." His voice cracked. "You remember Fleur?" Pleasure." Ron winced; he knew he was so dead."Fleur, this is my. You couldn’t wait to do it again. You couldn’t help yourselves–oh my God!’ I yelped, finally glimpsing what awaited us on the other side of the ledge. ‘Just great,’ he repeated as though he hadn’t heard. ‘I rescue you, and this is what I get.’ ‘Rescue me?’ I gave a snort of derision. ‘You call this rescuing? Okay, tell me this. How the fuck do we get down?’ Because although the climb down the rocks to the other cove definitely appeared less challenging than the climb I’d just made, the tide. I’m busted. I thought. I continued kneading her soft flesh without thinking about where my hands actually were. Looking down I saw my hands had migrated upwards towards her shapely ass. My grasp was right where her thigh met the curve of her ass. (One of my favorite spots on a woman may I add.) It actually felt like she was pushing back towards my hand, or I may have imagined that. Trying to come up with a way to escape without Penny seeing my rock hard dick, a plan emerged in my lust fogged.