Derek told my husband to go sit at the table and he did without a wimper. Pulling me towards him Derek wrapped his arms around me putting his hands on... my ass lifting my skirt as we locked lips for a kiss his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands squeezed my ass cheeks my hands slowly unbuttoned his pants and reached in for the giant prize inside. Pulling out his heavy cock I stroked it as we kissed. "Turn and look at your husband" Derek said to me. I turned and looked at him his eyes were wide. Blondie stirs and wakes. Her head twists and she looks at him."Hello. Remember me? We fucked a while ago; we were good, too.” She smiles at him."Of course I remember. You bit me on my chest so I wouldn’t forget you. I can see it. ”He runs a hand over her hair and down her soft smooth back. He looks over his left shoulder to his clock.“I got work in a couple hours, what do you say to getting a shower and sharing some breakfast?” he asks.He turns on the shower and they both enter. He reaches for. "You are! No wonder Trip said I couldn't hang out with you, and Kent said you were a lot of fun. I think you might be a bad influence on me." I hope so," I teased her."Not so fast, buster. I'm a good girl," she said as if she was superior."Still want to grab lunch?"She thought about it for a moment."Kent would have warned me if I needed to worry about you."We found a quick taco place, and stuffed our faces. I could eat a few tacos. I think Halle was impressed with how many I consumed. I. Gwenda would read to him the short messages, as his eyes were too weak for most writing these days, and she'd craft a short note of condolence back in return. In past years, especially in good traveling weather, or at the anniversary of the great final battle of Lacestone, throngs of old veterans would come and visit him with their families, as if on holiday, to pay their respects and to introduce their old commander to their children and grandchildren.To be honest, for many years Rowan found.