I would absolutely not make eye contact with any of my colleagues or superiors right now.Her: I gently scratch the beard on your throat and tweak your... nipple just how you like it.My mouth was free now, but I still kept my lips tightly locked, and a pinch of my inner cheek wedged between my molars for good measure. I felt her fingernails running through the beard that slowly tapered out across my Adam’s Apple and it made me shiver up and down, as did the tweak of her thumb and index around first. Not literally, of course. She hadn't meant to do it. They had been thrust into each other's company. Peter was the boy's Godfather, an office he took very seriously, not out of any great religious conviction; the War had shattered such faith as he possessed; it was more a sense of duty to Phillip's memory. Peter often wondered why he had been lucky enough to survive without so much as a scratch from enemy action. His only injury had come in a crash. Better men than he had perished. It left him. I started to remember that peculiar dream I had. It's been nine years since I was with a man; that was when I was a sexy nineteen year old. I'm twenty-eight now.When Jimmy was born, John left us both. I still haven't recovered. Jimmy asks questions like "where's my dad?". I just wish I could answer that.I ran upstairs and started a nice hot bubble bath and removed clothes from my body. Despite having been with no man for so long, I still kept my good looks. I'm 5'4, have beautiful dark hair and. There in our regular dark secluded space. Jake shut off the engine and knelt backwards on the driver seat, facing John and me in the back.I think I knew then what was coming, but I didn't know how it would play out. I was more scared than excited. All pretenses were slipping away. Jake and I weren't two guys who helped each other out. I did all the helping. Jake was always going to owe me one. I was there in that car that night for the same reason I always was there, to suck cock.Without any.