It had been too long, too much time lost chasing after tomorrow. So much time lost by not just talking about the honest, easy things. ‘Remember befo...e the wedding? How my brother had slipped me a sip of whiskey from that flask of his because I was so jumpy? How we danced that night, so close? What I really remember is how excited we’d been when we got to the hotel, so excited we talked all night. Yeah, I know, it was just little stuff, but they were our dreams, honey. ‘You know, I think I. “Call her Joanne. Your Joanne.”“Hmmmmm, Joanne it is then,” he responded. “John Henry is very looking forward to getting together with Joanne later.”“Likewise,” Dawn replied as Alan made his way back to the table. She moved back to her seat and Bradley refilled their glasses. Trish came back to their table to clear away the dinner plates and she offered them dessert menus which they gladly accepted.Dawn satisfied her sweet tooth and relaxed with the last of the wine. She was ready for a lie. Tentatively, she reached out and touched. I nearly exploded and moaned, “oh, baby.” She started pulling down my waistband, so I lifted my hips again. My cock bounced into full view, throbbing and bobbing with my rapid heartbeat.“Oh, Daddy!” She purred. And I realized it was the first she’d seen it. She touched again, delicately, running her slender fingers up and down the shaft, and then over the drop of precum oozing from my pee hole. I could barely sit still as she explored. Then I. Once, and the next day she didn’t even offer any feeble explanations. It was as it was, I decided.She suggested I buy some dinner around the corner to have with already prepared rice in the fridge, showered and made up, her large breasts sexily encased in a slightly too-small blouse, white jeans also tight on her increasingly over-weight hips and buttocks, gave me a perfunctory kiss and sauntered up the street to catch the bus to….wherever. I had been home half a day, and she was gone. Yes, I.