I felt her crying a bit, and the heaving of the shoulders that accompanies the tears.“Don’t cry, baby. If you’re sure. Really sure, we’ll be f...ne. You and Linda have obviously talked.” She nodded, wiping her eyes. I kissed her cheeks where the tears were. With my hand on her ass, I pulled her to me and then, only then, did I realize we were naked, and my dick was rising between us.She reached down between us and held it. “I want all of you, Charlie. Forever. I always have. I always will.” She. I shivered and he could feel that. I moved back to little and he told me it is okay, don’t worry. He again kissed me and I was till unsure. He told me not to worry and that the next 1 hour would be the best of my life. I said okay and submitted to him. He was licking and kissing my neck for about a minute and I was breathing heavily. He was gently pressing my cock through my shorts. He held my hand and took me to the bedroom. Here I was, and 18 year old boy in shorts walking with a 45 year old. They even went to the Cannes Film Festival, as guests. My second movie about the Canadian fur trade was being shown, to really favorable reviews.In a word, Eric looked awful. He must have gained forty pounds, apparently he'd stopped exercising. Plus, he looked bone tired. No, he looked soul tired. I got the story out of him in bits and pieces.They'd gotten in trouble again. He didn't go into details, but it invovled the underaged daughter and son of a prominent Hollywood figure. His lawyer. We go on several picnics each year and we always have fun. We usually take along luncheon meats, crackers, cheese, pickles and some sort of drinks. Deb usually tries to indulge my request about how she should dress when we go on these picnics. On this trip to the park, I had asked Deb to wear a loose fitting blouse and her short jean skirt that buttoned down the front and comfortable shoes and that was all. Much to pleasure, she did as I requested.On the drive to the park, Deb opened up a.