“And the girl problems?” I asked the stranger, pressing him on the matter. The stranger smirked and did a little laugh. “You just look like you...��ve got relationship problems,” he said very vaguely. He didn’t elaborate and I didn’t press him any further, his ambiguity was enough to satisfy me for the moment. If I ‘just looked like I had relationship problems’ then so be it. That was A-Okay with me, at least I had a label other than shabby chic or scruffy scholar. We sat in silence for another. When I woke very early in the morning, before it was fully light, daddy's huge cock had become exposed through his boxer shorts. I could feel his big dick straining and throbbing against my bottom. Daddy was still fast asleep. With my nightdress still hiked up I began slowly and rhythmically rocking back and forth against his excited penis. I loved the feel of his huge balls against me.All at once daddy grabbed me tight and - one, two, three four hard strokes and deep grunt and groan - huge hot. It is dedicated to Shelley in her memory. Over the years, Shelley and I kept in touch through phone calls from work or as technology improved e-mails. Our devotion to each other never waned. We still loved each other but from a distance. Fate intervened ten years after our loving week in Paris. There was a conference in Paris again the week before our tenth anniversary. Our respective employers had decided to send us to Paris to attend the conference. I was notified first of the conference and. Melissa and Josh were already there, so the host took us back to the table to meet them. I knew both of them but Lisa had not met them, so we proceeded with the hellos, and introductions.As expected, Melissa and I caught Josh staring down Lisa’s cleavage just before the cursory ‘hug’ hello. We glanced at each other and smirked. Even though Melissa had no idea what I was planning, she could tell that Lisa, and I were up to no good. Lisa made sure to lean into Josh and hug him a little more.