She was carrying a bright pink handbag, surely that can’t be Beth he thought, she can’t be more than in her mid twenties and was painfully beautif...l. Shiny black hair, slender legs and an exquisite petite body. He watched her wander around clearly looking for someone, as she came past him he asked "Beth?" The girl smiled. "Yes," she replied."I’m Tim," he said standing to greet her. ‘Phew,’ thought Beth. He’s not bad looking, in fact he looks younger and fitter than Brian. Tim got her a drink. He was under no illusions about French’s mother, Marcheline. She had probably gotten pregnant on purpose, hoping to secure a cushy future for herself. Goddamn it. He was growing weary just thinking about it. French had lived it, it was no wonder she was skittish. With that thought, he changed direction and headed back toward home. He realized that he needed to get to French. She would need him right now. It was time to circle the wagons. He would call his parents, maybe go back up to their. ..well, fuck me. Because that’s what it’d be. Fucking not loving.” “That’s the whole idea,” said Oliver, the corners of his mouth twitching in a smile. “It would be pure physical pleasure for you, not an affair or anything. And, for my part, I get the pleasure of seeing you really enjoy being fucked good and proper.” “What makes you think I’d enjoy it?” “Oh, Irene my love,” he said, turning his head and kissing her temple. “You will, I know you will. You like the sex we have but there’s so. She began to unzip my pants and undo my belt. I stopped kissing her and worked on opening the back door of her car. Once I opened the door I took a handful of her blonde hair and pulled her away from me then pushed her head down to my dick. She started sucking my dick as we stumbled into the car (looking back I am quite impressed we were able to do this without any break in action). After a couple of short slow strokes on my dick she began to deep throat it. It felt sooo good, but I didn't want.