I went back to the dictionary,pulled it off the shelf, and took it to a quiet corner in the library. I wonderedif there had been a picture next to the...definition, flipping quickly to it.No picture. See also: pain, domination, dominatrix, fetish, leather, etc.,etc. . . . As I felt the dull hurt in my groin, I recognized the nature ofthe hatching egg: reptilian, not avian. And here I sit at twenty years of age in a charcoal-colored Jeep Grand Cherokee,waiting for the fulfillment of a dream,. Just at that moment we all heard a gasp, and looked towards the dining room door to see Anna standing there.She just walked over to the threeof us and hugged us all.Granny and Diane turned to her and started to remove her dress and undergarments. I walked over and as they handed me her clothes Anna reached out and grabbed my cock and pulled me towards her and pressed her pendulous breasts into my chest.The three ladies looked at each other and with a smile on their faces led me, by my cock,. We sold the house and with only some minor haggling, Leanne and I split all our finances. I moved into a spacious condo. I spent most of my free time with my friends and daughter and yet managed to continue a very good exercise regimen.So after so many months, I was finally content with my life. I was single and I did date on occasion. I did not, however, become a bar hound who cruised the town looking to 'get lucky'. In fact, I could say that my life after Leanne had become somewhat. I now considered my situation. How was I going to get out of the lavatory if somebody was watching?I took a deep breath, and opened the door. I didn't see anybody around, so I quickly closed the door behind me and heard Kristen once again lock the catch.Back in my seat, I could still smell Kristen's faint musk from our encounter. I quickly moved the blankets over me and tried to act innocent.The flight attendant came over and smiled. "Is this your first time?" she asked me, quietly.I thought.