" she hid the fact that her voice choked a bit. "I... can no longer love you. You're a wonderful man. You have your whole life to look forward to. Don...t waste it on a lost cause." Lost cause? But a few weeks ago you were willing to have me move in, share a life with..." It was a foolish fantasy. I should have known it could never be. I've accepted it now, Michael. You need to do the same — and move on."Michael could not see Sarah's heart aching as she spoke the words."We can still..." No, we. Although he was only average in length and girth, it was still a very nice cock. With COVID we barely had a perfect opportunity to satisfy each other. But last night was so perfect.Shortly after dinner we had agreed via regular text (since his wife can see sometimes our messages etc.) to have a couple of drinks. After the game it was time. I asked the wife if it was ok to head over for a few cocktails. She said sure, but wouldn’t be joining us — she wasn’t “feeling” it. She has suspected that. Without a word he left the room, the dog at his side, wagging his long tail. I was alone, the dog's cum dripping from my stretched cunt.Would there be more? Another dog? Would he fuck me? Do other things? It was hard to think clearly as the thoughts raced through my head. So many things I did not understand. The dog was trained. That seemed a fact. The man not showing any emotion at the sight another. So what had been the point?I raised my head and looked around. No sign of surveillance. Just. He had locked himself away into seclusion from everyone for a month, his heart and mind numb with the pain of the loss of Maxima. When his mother had found him in the apartment, his lips were cut and dried from the salt of his tears. Dark shadows stained the underside of his eyes from exhaustion, he had also lost ten pounds from not eating. That day, he had bowed his head and prayed to God to give him the strength to go on. A few years later, he had met a wonderful woman while attention Penn.