."Well, it wasn't exactly a chore..." Lon replied. "Hell, I had a real good time..."Beth smiled sadly. "I have little to offer, being twice your age a...nd fat, but..."Lon wasn't paying much attention. He was wriggling a bit; it seemed like he was still hard ... He backed off and socketed himself -- yep, still hard. "Raise you knees." Beth's eyes got big. Hurriedly, she followed instructions. Lon leaned in and gave a couple of tentative strokes; it was a little gooey in there, but it felt good.... Paul and Tiffany parted lips and she cuddled against him and would remainthis way for the rest of the evening. They would kiss and talk and kisssome more but always in a loving way. Paul didn't want to push Tiffany anyfarther, he respected her too much for that. Tiffany fell asleep in Paul's arms so he laid her gently on the couch andcover her with a soft angora blanket. Paul could see the innocence radiatefrom her face as she slept. You're a lucky man Paul Bennington, hethought, as he gazed at. The contacts were more than eager to relay details on their assurance that this was a covert, private investigation free from the public eye, that those who wished to could witness him being punished to confirm to them that this was no elaborate trick on his part, and that they would be immediately freed from the extortionate loans he had given them; the basis by which he had enjoyed such a hold over them.Irma tutted as she mused over this final point; as though his sexual depravation and. ‘You came.’ She whispered without turning around. Not wanting to break the moment he leaned close to her ear and whispered, ‘For far too long I’ve been the spectator in this marriage and never the participant or husband I promised to be. I am so sorry honey, I love you so much. When I came home tonight and you weren’t there I assumed the worst, I thought you had finally gotten tired of me not being me and I’m sorry. No more. I’m the only place I need to be, or ever want to be. Standing, with.