Our eyes and mouths smiled. I watched her reenter the theater, glancing back at me briefly before disappearing beyond the closed glass door and into t...e dark lobby. She looked happy. That made me happy. Not because I had time with some exceptionally hot young Russian females about to happen. But because she'd be there with me in the end hopefully always. Neither of us needed to hold desperately to each other afraid of any distance becoming a yawning crag of separation. We loved each other and. "I think we've some candles downstairs, I'll go see if I can find them." I left the room, hovering my mobile phone in front of me to use as a torch. I returned upstairs moments later clutching three candles I'd found in the kitchen, along with a cigarette lighter I'd grabbed from my handbag. I placed the candles down on the bedside table and flicked on the lighter, lighting each candle one by one. The candles flickered, lighting up the room with an orange glow. "I'm going to get ready for bed,". Finally, she finished and she came down to join me near Steve's cock. She told him that he was now going to have his dream date with his wife and his fantasy girl giving him a smoking blow job simultaneously. We both lit our cigarettes but I told Nadine that she can start on his cock but I owed Steve something. I move up towards Steve's face and took a drag and said "baby, you remember that kiss I gave your wife before, you like that didn't you?" Steve shook his head yes. "Well. I never saw them again. I couldn't even shout 'I love you' to them. They were only six and four years old, Rob." Tears were streaming down from our eyes as Dane struggled not to sob. He kept shaking his head as I slid into his seat and pulled him into a tight embrace. I patted his back softly, whispering in his ear convincing him that his girls knew he loved them. Dane sobbed into my t-shirt and safety vest as I held him tight. He sputtered before he could speak again, gazing up at me like a.