When I was finally able to open my eyes, I saw him. The curtain was opened more than enough for me to assume he’d been watching the entire time. His...hardened length was also a likely indication. ‘What are you doing?’ I demanded. For the longest time he said nothing, and stood there allowing his eyes to trail over my wet, naked body. The right corner of his mouth tugged upwards just enough for there to be a hint of a smile before his lips parted, ‘I’ve always loved the way your tits looked.’ he. Ahhh….. you smile wickedly at me..enjoying the torture and the desolation that I felt without the snug fit of you encircling me… I feel so lost and abandoned and my features were contorted as I struggled to regain my composure but miserably failed… Laughing at my predicament, you suddenly pressed down and suddenly I felt all your warmth and slipperiness … felt consumed totally by you and heaving a sigh of relief, I was surprised when you refused to move but instead, you chose to draw up very. That final nail in the coffin. Too much to bear. I crumpled and my beautiful girlfriends knelt and wept beside me.If I was seventy or eighty, I’d lay a kindly hand on my shoulder in sympathy. Then I’d say something like, ‘Life’s unpredictable.’ I’d think for at least a second about the people I’ve lost and then I’d continue. ‘You need to not dwell on it. You have responsibilities. Your family needs you. You need to be strong for them. Stop your crying now and act like a man. You need to get. We’d planned every detail of this meeting for weeks following a six month internet relationship that gathered interest, steam and passion. I knew that somewhere in that bar, Murphy’s unseen husband was looking me over, and that through some secret signal, his ultimate decision would be conveyed to Murphy. She’d add her vote to his and either suggest that we leave the bar, or she’d finish her drink and kiss me goodbye, no hard feelings. If the decision went in my favor, the evening would.