We were undressing in the huge bedroom of our wonderful new house later that evening. I had just told Jamie about my conversation with the new owner o...f the business and a little of my own history with this unexpectedly important man. ‘Yes, and he couldn’t have been nicer to me!’ ‘Thank God for that,’ he sighed. ‘It will be hard enough hanging on to my job without my new boss holding grudges against me.’ I hadn’t told Jamie the whole truth of how badly I had treated Andy over the whole. His face betrays a liking for the idea.“Yep and I get to watch, keep it all above board and all that.”I turn to Stan again, the question obvious on my face. He smiles back and I know it’s pretty much a done deal.“Okay, do you want to ‘give’ or ‘receive’?” I ask him.“I think give.”I look down at his fuly erect cock and think; I’ve never seen it that big before but still, shouldn’t hurt.“Okay, where?” I ask.“Should be fine there and the sofa will be kinder on your knees” Steph offers helpfully,. "Please?" I corrected her."Fuck me please," she begged.I slid my cock in and pulled her hips to me. She was tighter than I expected, but her pussy was so wet that I had no trouble pushing it in.If someone had been watching across the street, they probably would have heard her scream with pleasure.She was loud. Probably the loudest fuck I had ever had. Every time I thrusted forward, every time her ass would slap against my body, she would let out a cry of pleasure that made me want to fuck her. " I'm aware of that, and it's only out of respect for Peter that the subject is never discussed. Jasper was brought up as Peter Van Buskirk's son, and that's how it will remain. Hell, I'm sure everybody knows with the possible exception of PJ. Jasper loves his dad and he loves me, and we're all comfortable with the way things are. Agreed?" Agreed. So you think PJ doesn't know?" I doubt it, but I could be wrong. As you've no doubt noticed, poor PJ suffers from a severe lack of, uh, let's say.