”“Thank you, Derek. Your mom tells me you’re a math whiz. I’m looking forward to having you in my class.”She looked at my shorts, and I look...d down, then slid off the stool to sit at the table. My damn dickhead was sticking out about three inches past my shorts leg.“Thanks, I love math. You must have been at the beach ... you sure look dark.”“Well, thank you. Patti and I went to the beach three days in a row and I did get some good sun. I have a pool but hardly ever use it since Patti’s been so. "Martin said, "I'm sure he will, and he just pulled up. I guess he wanted some family this morning out here, too."Chuck came in with Jan, the FBI agent who lived at his house, and smiled at everyone. Another guy came in with them. Chuck said, "Don't worry about Mark. The man is in a nice hotel, being fed and pampered. I'm sure he'll be questioned extensively today, and I'll bet the Bureau will make headway. What do you think, Jan?"Jan was handed a cup of coffee and said as she sat at the bar. ”Carter shrugged.“If you say so.”He was fine with everything either way, as long as Aron was okay with it, too. And he was pretty damn sure that Alex was an asshole to think his husband was a cheater.They had spent the rest of the day watching TV and chillaxing. It was a tad unnerving how familiar it felt. Just another occasion to realize how much he was missing Aron’s company. They had been best buds since first grade. They had always been together until that moment. Or, better said, he had. Use me as if I'm nothing more then the nasty filthy whore you think of in your masturbating dreams. I want it the way no decent girl would ever allow a man to use her. I want you to make me look so fucking nasty and filthy I have an orgasm just from the nastiness of it. My mind was telling me that everything was riding on this. My new found desire to be a nasty cock sucking whore was depending on how I handled his sperm when it started shooting out on me. I couldn't remember a time in my.