But Mary won't do it for real." What if she would? Would you interfere?"I shook my head. "No, not if that was what she wanted to do. Even if I told he...r no, if she wanted to she could just go behind my back anyway. But since you seem to think your friend can talk her into it, maybe I should consider the possibility. Sure wish I could hear what he's saying."Ray nodded, thinking. "Maybe you can. You know the spare bedroom downstairs? There's a big empty storage closet there. You go down there and. Do you want that? Do you want to see me filled with another man’s hard cock?” My head snapped up as I felt that massive tension rear up inside me. Subsumed by the wet silken heat of a stranger’s mouth; Brigitte’s words piled into me. Their potency exposed the primeval need to fuck with every fibre of my body. “Oh god, oh god.” “You are going to fuck her and then me.” “Uh….. uh huh.” “Dans la cul… Jack… dans la cul.” “La… la cul?” “In the arse, Jack. Fuck me in the arse.” My reaction was. But after that first night, Alexis hasn't let me get further than heavy kissing and a few mild over-the-clothes gropes. And the weird thing is, I don't really mind. I don't want to rush into this.But I'm not sure why that is. I keep telling myself, "You can't fall in love with your rebound." Right? My wife' barely been dead seven months. It's just a rebound ... right?Part of me wishes I could talk to Tim, or even Samantha. They'd have great advice for this situation. But I can't go back to that. Bruce Banner was now a man who'd travelled the distance from being England's most celebrated bachelor to being the most despised.Mark had little enough opportunity in the evening to squeeze in quality time with Molly before he slumped down by his wife in their conjugal bed. As much as Mark enjoyed the wholesome vegetarian meals Molly was now cooking, he was far too exhausted to demonstrate his appreciation in the way that had invigorated the couple's early years together. And Mark was too tired.