So, as my goods were being shipped back over, I went to visit Neal who had also lost his spouse three years before.He picked me up at the airport, he'...s in a medium-sized city, I had first come through Atlanta as the port of entry to go through Customs, and it was really thrilling to see him after almost twelve years apart from our last time together.When I exited the arrival area, there he was waiting. I wheeled my carry-on to him where we embraced and kissed after so long a separation. There. “It’s me, Mr. Burkle.” “Trish? What the hell are you doing climbing through my window? I thought you were some kid trying to steal something.”I heard him move away and switch a lamp on beside a couch. The couch he fucked my tight, virgin pussy on. I smiled as I stared at it. He turned around holding the gun in his hand. “You’re lucky I had the safety on and I didn’t shoot first and ask questions later.”I stared at the gun in his hand and nodded. “That’s for sure.” He laid it down on the coffee. Edward Davetsky was a large man who put one in mind of Santa Claus, despite looking nothing like the traditional images. He was tall and lean but it was his spirit, Connie thought, that brought Father Christmas to mind. He called Connie his mouse because she'd been so small when she was born. "In here, Grampa," she teased. She stood up and ran back into the foyer, Emily following more slowly. Her parents stood there, with Simon behind them. "Well, come on, hug your old man," he instructed with. Of course mum, when?Tonight okay? Get yourself an early shower and I'll get a take-away ordered so we can start early.Dinner over and a quick freshen up and we were ready Up in the bedroom we were both naked, Michael's cock aroused and erectMichael I want to try something different, okay?'Why not', Michael said 'what did you have in mind'Well I haven't mentioned it but I like a little BDSM, are you shocked?No not at all, I knew anyway mum I've seen inside your toy cupboard, interestingI went to.