If I didn't know better I might think there was something going on in that mind of yours." Such as what?" I asked nervously."You remind me of myself m...any years ago," he explained. "Sitting with a friend of my Dad's. And the next thing he asked me was, 'Would you like to suck my cock?' So..."I laughed again."And would you?" he asked, looking quite serious."Would I what?" I stammered."Would you like to suck my cock?" he repeated, looking into my eyes. "I think you would."With that he leaned over,. . squeezing, kneading her flesh... pulling her against his hardness. Her eyes met his as her tongue lazily moved across his muscular abdomen... dipping into his navel... swirling around slowly, bathing his skin. Charity felt his thighs flex under her body... knowing he wanted to feel her warm mouth surrounding him... tasting him. Deliberately Charity moved her tongue over his skin... not touching the throbbing heat between his legs, but instead her tongue danced across his inner thighs. Unable. He loved his children and they returned that love many times over. When he took a moment to examine his existence, he was forced to admit he missed Marion; not the Marion she had become, but the Marion he had loved and who had carried and given birth to their children.He felt he had been generous in the divorce settlement, but Marion didn't agree. After her first affair, Bill had taken the precaution of putting his shares of CSI in trust for Bill Junior and Alexis. They were untouchable until. I quickly tuck my cock away. As I look up she's walking fast, almost at a run and flies through the gates. I fumble with my oyster card and follow her through. She's moving away from me quickly, She exits the station before me and when I get out I can't see her. I pace around the concrete pillars like a caged tiger, then I see her, across the road, hands on hips smiling at me. She turns around and walks off down the road. I follow her, but at a slight distance, just enough so that she has.