The twins thrived and clearly adored her. They also showed delight whenever they saw Nick. He was a very proud and loving father.It was a year later t...at Trevor dropped his bombshell. He asked Nick to join him in his office after a Board lunch."I shall be resigning in six month's time," he said. "I shall be sixty-five and even if I was asked to stay on I would refuse. I'm actually really quite weary." I shall miss you, Trevor." Thanks, Nick, but I hope we shall go on seeing each other. The. " I promised Iwould. "Three months ago my partner died and left his part ofthe business to his wife. She is unstable and threatened to giveeverything to charity."He said 'she is' and that gave me hope that she was still alive."We were sure we could talk some sense into her but last monthshe suffered a severe nervous breakdown. She tried to commitsuicide. The doctors have given up all hope that she will everrecover. This business will die in another year withoutleadership. I now hold only half. I wanted his man jizz sprayed deep inside my hole.“Yeah! Fucking cum inside my faggot ass!” I yelled out. He gripped my hips tighter as he pumped my asshole with his cock.“You want my cum you little pig?” he asked.“Mmm, yes, I want every drop in my asshole!”“Alright,” he said, “you always ride bareback?”“Always,” I said.“Kinda risky isn’t it?” he asked as his balls tightened up.“Mmm, yeah, it is…” I replied, a smile on my face.“What if I had AIDS or something?” he asked in an almost. “I’m sorry, cap’n me hearing ain’t what it should be.”“No, no, Barrow,” Weaver replied easily. “Just thinking out loud. Bad habit of mine. How are you doing?”In the rising light, Weaver could see the blond, sun-burned helmsman’s grin. “Oh, Barrow is always OK, cap’n. Got away from the Queen’s fooking navy and landed me a place in Uncle Sam’s fleet, I’m pleased as can be. Good food, good mates, and Ð if I can say this, cap’n Ð a commander who likes to think, out loud or otherwise.”Weaver.