Her route was not unplanned, despite the impromptu decision to go for a run. After jogging through the neighbourhood, she made her way onto the main ...treet, running briskly by the darkened, closed shops and offices that lined the avenue. At the end of the road was the only open business, a 24-hour convenience shop. From a hundred meters away, she had set her sights on the dull-grey glow of the lights from within and charged hard towards it like a moth to the flame.It wasn’t a thirst for. "Okay, if it means that much to you," she said."What!" I said. "What did you say? He gets—and I get—" I rolled off the bed and picked up my clothes and started to dress. "Don't let me bother you, dear wife." Honey, what's the matter? I'm not denying you anything, really. Stop that dressing and come here. Come on, please," she said."Tell me, Rona, what did he mean when he said that, "This time would be a lot better," I said. She paled. I knew then, right then, for sure. This was not the first. I had reached that silly point in my obsession that I considered her heart-shaped bum to be my sole proprietorship created for my cock alone. It was a vanity of masculine pride and I understood my ego was simply not quite sane when I thought of Princess but I was filled with hope for the future and avoided facing the hard cold facts of the situation.At one time, I caught myself talking and daydreaming about my sister Princess with Samantha perched on my back stroking me with her demanding. Hearing about her rape. And everything leading to me arriving in this bed this afternoon."Oh, Dawn," I whimpered and looked at her with all my old worry coming back to me."Make love to me, Ben," she gasped and tried to kiss me again."What?" Please. Fuck me, Ben. Fuck me and cum inside me," she husked with an urgency I couldn't believe. Already she was lifting her pajama top up her body.I couldn't help but second-guess this. I mean, Dawn was gorgeous and I certainly wanted to, but so much had.