‘Trish. A lot has happened. I’m not sure where I stand.’ ‘OK, carry on.’ She was steeling herself for bad news. ‘I’ve found a family, a ...divorcing wife, money, and a company I own which may be under threat from my ex-wife.’ ‘So are you saying it’s still all in the air, as far as we’re concerned?’ she asked hopefully. ‘If it’s open-ended I can live with that. I did say no strings when we started this relationship after all.’ She paused, then, ‘You’ll be going back to Manchester permanently,. She would play it coy, just two people of the opposite sex sharing a pizza. She wouldn’t tell him he was dining with Courtney Hollings. She wouldn’t let on that she was going to fuck him. That would be a surprise. Maybe she’d get lucky and he would be on the phone with his bimbo when she knocked. She could watch him stammer and stutter. Would he tell her that he loved her before hanging up on her? Maybe. That would be funny. She glanced at the sundress and contemplated changing into it again.. " He paused for a moment before asking, "Is something burning?" Just a little incense candle," I replied, turning off the water and drying my hands. "It does smell nice, doesn't it?" It was a deep primal scent, of desire, of physical rut. It made me want to fuck something, preferably Stacey."It smells like burning hair," Michael groused suspiciously. "Where did you get it?" I thought it was yours," I answered, feeling confused. We looked at each other, and then somebody knocked on the. "We need to do something about the chest hair but that ass is looking quite shapely!" Denise," I said. "Easy."She ignored me and stuck her fingers in her mouth to make a whistling sound. "Come on, Uncle Fred," she said. "Wiggle that nice butt for me and my girlfriends."I could feel myself begin to stiffen. With no protection, I hurried inside. To my surprise Denise followed me. "Wait, Fred," she said. "Where are you going? I want to introduce you to my friends."Now I had some serious.