Roger and I were planning a romantic getaway in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado. The mountain air was clean and crisp but it was sunny and we were tr...avelling in the pride of his life – a fully restored 1975 MG Midget. The top was down and my hair was blowing in the wind. I was also horny as hell and couldn’t keep my mind off of Roger’s manhood. I slid my hand over to his crotch and instantly could feel his sex muscle twitch. I grabbed it between my fingers and began stroking it through his. “Well it’s just that from what Kiara says your brother is very certain that you’re wrong.” John reflected on his statement. “Like I said baby. My brother and his wife were very close. VERY! They met when they were sixteen. They held hands on the damn school bus for god’s sake. They’ve hardly spent a day apart in their entire lives.” He paused. Philippa looked back listening carefully. “It’s normal Philippa. He’s grieving. Breast cancer is a total bitch, but that’s life. I’m sorry, he needs to. " Stop calling me that, Grace. I'm not your dad, either biologically or any other way. We both know that." Oh fucking really? You weren't in any of those pictures of you and Mom being handed me in the hotel in China then? You weren't there with all of us when we got Sophia, three years later? My last name isn't yours? You weren't the guy who taught me to ride my bike? Who taught me Aikido? Who consoled me when Brad dumped me? Who made me smoke that pack of cigarettes till I puked? Who hugged me. The garter belt followed and, finally, he slipped his thumbs into the elastic of her panties and slid them down her legs, lifting each foot in turn to free her from the last of her clothing.For a moment, he sat back on his heels, looking up at his woman; the candlelight playing soft shadows across her body. God, she was beautiful. He rose up, kissing her belly button, sliding his hands across her ass and up, across her waist to her rest at her breasts as he stood up. He kissed each breast and.