” I smiled.We stood for a moment looking at each other in silence. “Sooo...” I said, “You wanted to jump me in my office? Seriously?”Cindy b...ushed again. “Worse. I wanted to hide under your desk and blow you while you had a meeting. I wanted to bend over your desk and beg you to take me like a dog. I wanted... oh, I wanted lots of things.”It was my turn to blush. “So naughty. You're really dirty for a G-rated fairy, Tink.”She grinned. “I’m thinking more dirty things right now. Want to try. That was habit. He left it unopened as his mind ranged over the last two days: full days and blissfully happy days. He relived the scene in the jewellers, Deborah's hesitant choice of ring and his immediate agreement. Her happiness. Her dealing with the pompous maître d'hôtel. Her happiness. Their teasing and tickling on the way home. Her happiness. The enthusiasm of his sons and their wives. Her happiness. And on and on. Her happiness. And what had happened? She had made him laugh more than he. Even worse he was a military hero of the Vietnam War; he’d killed people in the war. It didn’t matter to them it was war, or he was in the military; it just went totally against their belief in ‘Thou shalt not Kill.Maria’s parents were upset, but not enough to change their lifestyle of traveling from area to area preaching a doctrine of do’s and don’ts (mostly don’ts) and hatred toward all who didn’t believe as they believed. Wherever possible they attempted to disrupt the tribal celebrations. “Fuck me.”Hardly daring to breathe, Trevor slid his slick cock into Tobin, and was rewarded to hear him gasp in pleasure. For his part, Trevor shuddered, stunned at the sensation. Never had he imagined anything could feel so sublime. When he was in as far as he could go, Tobin’s back arched, and his legs wrapped around Trevor’s hips, holding him there.“Jesus Christ,” he moaned. “Holy shit, your cock feels so good. Fuck me.”Trevor obliged, pulling back and thrusting in again slowly, carefully.