He was mayor. It wasn't his problem.As for Simba, he had been inconsolable after the accident. Even though hewas just a boy at the time, Mufasa had be...n driving him to his musicclass at the time, something Simba had begged and begged his father tolet him attend. If it weren't for him and that stupid class, theywouldn't have been in the car at the time. If it weren't for him, Mufasamight have still been around. And of course Scar had done little todissuade the idea or alleviate the guilt Simba. “Nice to meet you, Jon!”“Same here, man,” smiled the blue-eyed, sandy blond dude. “How’s it going?”“Pretty good. You?”“Not bad. I’m getting settled in.”“That’s good. Found a place to live yet?”“Close. My wife and k**s are coming out this weekend to look at the three I’ve narrowed it down to.”Mrs. Shaffer interjected, “He’s looking at the Christensen place.”“That’s a nice setup,” Brian remarked.“I like it. Been on the market for a while so they’re willing to negotiate.”The meal arrived. Laura. Oliver was five foot 10, spikey light brown hair, brown blue eyes, the cheekiest smile you ever saw, and had unshaven stubble on his chin as well.Oliver took me by the hand and we walked into the shower room and he turned one of the showers on and pushed me under it until I was soaking wet from head to toe. I saw that his dick had sprung to life in an instant and he pressed his body against mine under the shower.Oliver teased my very wet and horny pussy with the tip of his huge erection until I. I had missed him so much since this last happened and I wanted it to happen again. I told myself it was a one time thing but I wanted him. I have had plenty of sex since we first did it, but it was all horrible. Maybe it was not me that was bad, and maybe it was not the guys. Maybe the problem was that it was the wrong guys. Henry was the man I needed to satisfy me. Before I knew it we were pulling at each others clothes. Our lips refused to part from one another. It was like we were physically.