Now, they had sewn a leather harness that buckled around their hips with a strap that ran between their legs and attached in the back to the waist str...p. In the front of the harness was a triangle of leather that covered the area of their pubic hair. They cut a hole strategically where my cock would protrude if I wore the harness. The hole in the harness was barely large enough to slide one of the phalluses through. The wide base of the carved antler would prevent it from sliding clear through.. That my love for has died away like grass upon the lawn And tonight I wed another, Dear John. ******************** A ‘Dear John’ letter is a letter from one person to the other breaking off their relationship. No, my name is not John, but I did get a ‘Dear John’ letter from my supposed loving fiancée. In today’s world this letter may be in the form of email or a text message. And that’s what I got, an email for God’s sake. Not a hand written letter, but a damn email. Could she have been more. I must have finally drifted off, it was Mum who shook me awake at eight o’clock. She shook me then walked out of the bedroom. I looked down and saw that the quilt was not covering me, that my pyjamas were still pushed down from my last wank. She must have had a full view of my cock. I went downstairs, terrified of how l would be able to look her in the face.Mum behaved as if nothing had happened, she was bubbling with excitement, looking forward to the day. It was a two hour drive to the. Each day she found herself more and more drawn to this man who had saved her life, but although he was warm, attentive and caring, he never made any passes at her nor touched her inappropriately while he was helping her. Sure, they still made jokes about her being topless and the like, but it was all cheerful banter.She watched her daughter growing even fonder of Stephen and he seemed to return her fondness, although Katherine was pleased that there didn't seem to be anything physical between.