"Oh thank you. Would you like to read it first?" Is it different to the one you signed?" he asked."Jane said there are some differences in language be...ause you're aman, but there's nothing major," answered Shelley."In that case I'm fine. Pass it over."With that Charlie signed the document that would shape the rest of hislife.***The next few weeks went well for Charlie. Shelley was very attentiveand was doing everything to make him feel wanted. Even in bed thingswere starting to improve with the. She joked, "See? Guess I'm good for somethin', ain't I?"My step-dad bowed his head, the signal for the grace before meals. He recited the plain, brief prayer, everyone finishing with a sign of the cross, me finishing with something that slightly resembled a sign of the cross, and my step-dad pulled the salad bowl closer to him and began to shovel green salad into his plate.He asked, "Does Martha cook, Speedy? Up in New York?" No, she doesn't know much about cooking. Eats out most of the time.". No don't, I thought to myself, pulling back even as I felt my nipples stiffen and arch toward him. Lifting the soft sheet away from his golden skin I couldn't help but gasp as his blond pubic hairs came into view, and then had to fight myself from grabbing hold of him as his long, fat shaft appeared, lying proudly on his thick thigh.Oh God it's so big, I thought for the hundredth time, my gaze locked on the big cockhead, so much bigger than Jason's or Billy's, the only other ones I had ever. As he pulled, her ass slid up his thighs.I had still never seen his dick, but I was pretty sure that when he could not pull her any closer their genitals must have been pressing into each other. I saw no sign on my wife’s face that anything had happened. She just kept drinking her beer. Jason kept her balanced and kept her pressed closely into him. Scotty was sitting by the side of the chair rubbing one of my wife’s feet. Stewart stepped away from this three some and they held this pose while.