I don't believe it.Bill had been an executive with a computer company here in Houston. Between his stock and insurance Mark and I were set for life, b...t no amount of money could make up for the loss of Bill. I had been a registered nurse before quitting when I got pregnant. Perhaps someday I'll go back to work, but not now.In addition to caring for Mark, I had the issue of Bobby to deal with. He had been orphaned at 16, and Bill had suggested we take him in. He had no close relatives anywhere. Sharon looked at Daniel’s closed eyes as she sucked, then her gaze took in more of him. He was tall, had a wiry frame, tight abs, narrow hips, and rather scrawny thighs. Brad had a stockier build,so his thighs were more like a baseball catcher’s. He wasn’t particularly tan. Sharon enjoyed the sun in her free time, so her skin contrasted with his.She enjoyed looking at the area where his outer thigh met his hip, seeing the muscle tighten as he sometimes made a thrust of his own into her mouth.. It was a position she could hold. Then there was a noise in the passage and, dry-mouthed, she tightened her grip.Suddenly there was another presence in the room and the sound of the door closing. After a silence broken only by the thudding of her heart the rod pressed against the centre of her seat and she braced herself against the pain to come.It was every bit as bad as she'd imagined. The impact drove her hips into the leather and an instant later a line of fire seared her buttocks. Fuck,. " Quite the reverse," Norman beamed, opening the gate. "Come on up to the Hall."Freddie drove through. He bounced gingerly over the cattle grid and swung the car across the empty visitors' car park, ignored the signs saying "No Cars Beyond This Point" and continued round to the side of the Hall. Norman followed him on foot. Freddie parked alongside a bright red Ferrari and got out just as Norman stepped across the grass to meet him. "Nice car," said Freddie, "wouldn't have thought it was your.