Marion related the conversation she had with Charles."You're joking. Are you sure that's what he meant?" Yes, Sylvie. Charles is very exact in his wor...ding and doesn't say anything without thought first. As long as I don't throw my adventure in his face, or generate publicity then he accepts my friendship with you and Guy. I am still his wife and he will come first in everything." And you say he has a mistress." Yes he has. The same conditions apply to him. He will not embarrass me with her. He. My tongue lapped at the pink bell end, and I gentle pushed my tongue bar into the tiny hole, and then sucked again to taste his salt. I slid up and down his cock, taking it deeper down my throat with each stroke; I wanted to hear him come. I felt his hands scrunching my hair, pulling it hard and having his cock, held at the back of my throat. I was gagging and couldn’t pull away he released me to kiss me hard. I panted sucking air from his mouth to satisfy my need. His tongue was forced deep. "So what do you think of this guy on all fours here, Maureen? Pretty pathetic, huh? I guess you must wish you married a real man, instead of this punk who owes me $40,000."My mother said nothing."You know what I just love, Maureen?" Whats that?" she said."I just love cute-assed, married white women in their 40s who know how to stay in shape. That's what I love." Is that right?" my mother said, with a hint of defiance."Sure is," he said. "And you know what else I love? Redheads. Love 'em. Yes. After that, he never tried to get help again. He felt it would be dishonorable to “beg” for help from the government. My grandfather lived through some of the most horrid battles that humans have ever seen. But, on December 31, 2000, he lost his battle with emphysema. He lived through the invasion of Normandy, warfare in Northern Africa and Korea, yet a cigarette killed him. Immediately after he died, our family started having problems. My grandmother did not receive his last military.