If only I could hear that voice again.I sit on my bed and wait. Will the whippoorwill sing again? Will he call me to Bryden's side? The bird conjures ...emories, a sound we often heard as we lay hidden in our stolen bliss. In those purloined hours, the darkest of night just before the waking of dawn, we clung to each other, making promises that lovers make, clinging to one another as if we would never let go.How long has he been gone? How many years has it been?I drifted through those years. I had her hold her pussy open as I wiggled it between her pussy lips to have the small, rubber-covered tips push up on the sides of her hard clit. She removed her hands. I gave it a few wiggles to seat it so that her pussy lips and sides of her plump mound hid it from view. She barely noticed me slip her panties back on.“Don’t even try to figure out how this works. Accept and enjoy it, since it only fits in your pussy and won’t work on any other. I saw that it has something that goes around. Then a thought came to me."Since I'm the one busting butt, I'm entitled to take a break." Why not treat myself to a couple drinks during happy hour every now and then. And I did. It would've been OK every now and then, but I always take thinks to the extreme. When I work, I work hard; when I love my wife, I love her long time (when I can get it up); when I play golf, I cuss a lot! So when I stopped for drinks, I stopped every night for a week. Big mistake!When I piss off my wife, I piss her off. I bent my left hand to my mouth and sucked Rachel’s cum off my fingers. The movie soon ended and Rachel, Morgan and Sharon stood up stretching and yawned “Goodnight, Uncle Andy”. They all started toward the girls’ room. “Wait, we should wake Karen” I said. “Oh, you can’t” Rachel said. “She won’t wake. She sleeps like a rock. Just cover her with a throw, she’s used to waking up on the sofa”. “Cool,” Morgan said. “I can sleep in her bed”. They continued on to the girls' bedroom. I rolled over.