Nicole asked me the same question, more genteelly."Are you happy Dad? Is there anybody, special?" Yes and no. I have friends, I go out. I'm not alone....I've got my work, the people at the bank, a job that takes up about 60 hours of my week. It's not a bad life."Honestly?" Honestly. It's not as good as the life I had with your mother, but it's as good as a life can be without her. Really, I'm looking at 60, I'm not going to remarry, not raise any more kids. The real part of my life – you guys –. After changing out of our gear and storing the skis and boots we went back to the room that Paula and I shared, to open a bottle of wine before dinner, laughing and recalling the lovely day that everyone had enjoyed.Wine finished, Paula said that she would like a nice long soak in the bath to ease her tired muscles so Mike, the only smoker, and he likes a pint or two, amongst us said that he would go out for a wander round so, we arranged to all meet up at eight o-clock for dinner and I settled. She looked my directly in the eyes, opened her mouth and went down on that big black cock, her lips stretched to wrap around it completely. She didn't stop until she was almost 9 inches down, near the base, and she gagged deeply and her thick spit escaped from around her lips. She forced herself deeper and got within half an inch of the balls but couldn't make it and drew back, gasping for air as his big dick dripped her thick saliva and tears streamed from her eyes."Well I think you're good. But, he had made his play for her and been rebuffed just as he thought he was getting to First Base. It promised to be a long summer in Jim Connolly’s hometown of Rochester, that mid-sized, mid-American style city on the Great Lakes. Before long he would return to Campbell University, about a two-hour drive away. And, speaking of baseball, he shook himself out of his daydreams with a reminder that he was on deck. It was the company slo-pitch league. The departments recruited their summer.