Max and Gregory met when their children were still babies. They had taken a liking to each other, their feelings and pent up s****l frustrations being the main driving force of their inclination to be with each other. Not one of them thought wrong about what was happening between them, what the two of them do under the sheets at night as their sons sleep on a sheet on the sofa. They enjoyed each other, basked in each other's presence like it was honey that slowly dried out. They quenched their thirsts with each other's body, letting it consume them multiple times a week. What they didn't anticipate was the growing feelings they started to hold for each other, each caress became gentler, each kiss more passionate.
But Greg can't have that, he can't disobey the dying wish of his father, so
