I breathed a sigh of relief. What the hell was I thinking? Kissing him was bad enough, but getting caught would have been terrible for us both. Turnin...g slowly I softly closed the door and turned the lock. Alan was on his feet looking completely shaken by our near discovery. That was good as we could not do this here. I walked over to my desk and sat down. Alan… I… I should not have kissed you. I put you at risk by doing that. I do not regret kissing you but for that I am sorry. I said looking. I was completely entranced. Hearing my lover's voice and feeling his hands on me even though they were my own. Now completly wet and extremely aroused I wanted to cum. I needed to cum badly, here, in our spot in the Parking Lot. I continued to fuck my pussy with my fingers and wildly buck up my hips. I thought of the one thing that always sends me over the edge."I want you to fuck my face Little One. REALLY fuck my face. Grab my hair. NO, REALLY fucking grab my hair. Pull my face into your wet. I can’t do much better than wear jeans.’ ‘What rubbish. Vera Shanks has made your wedding dress and Claire went to the city and bought you a going away outfit for when you do go away on a late honeymoon.’ ‘Vera is expecting you down at her place at 8:30 in the morning for your first and final fitting. In her earlier years she was a professional dressmaker and on their yacht she noted your size and you may have remembered her asking about your first wedding and what did you choose as your. Both of you are so handsome. You are both fit and very muscular too. I like that! You both are so tall and strong and I am so tiny, like mom. I feel so safe and warm when I am around either of you. Tom: (Tristan was giving me a very important clue. Something that I was already suspicious about.) I read somewhere that k**s have fantasies about their dad. Ever have one about Bob?Tristan became quiet for a bit. He turned toward Tom and started to talk. He had his head down and he spoke.