The river was about a quarter mile from the lodge. The moon was so bright that it was almost like daylight. The path was nice and wide. When we got to...the river, we there was a swimming dock extending about 50 feet out into the river. The current was lazy and slow. The moonlight on the river looked like a golden path across the river to the other side. Sandy was standing there transfixed by the beauty of the river and the night. She turned to me. “God has been so good to me. In spite of all my. My God, his cock was enormous! It's difficult to tell, but I would guess it was at least nine inches, circumcised and throbbing, almost purple.He shouted something else and pointed again, this time to the head of his dick. It sounded like he said, "Now, mommy, now," but angrily, not nicely.She dropped to her knees and started sucking him, her head rocking forward and backward like a piston. She grabbed the cheeks of his ass for stabililty, and I watched as her freckled tits swayed from side to. That’s when I say, oh you mean what do I do for a living. I tell them that I thought the question was what do I do to feel alive. Then I tell them that I’m a scientist.”“Does it work?”“Oh they usually go away thinking I’m a pervert or something, but they do know that I haven’t lost my balls.” John smiled across the table.Jack laughed. He shook his head in surprise. This John fellow was funny. He looked down at his plate and realized that he had finished his meal. He hadn’t had such a fun time. Like ripping a tablecloth from under crystal and china.Leaving a mountain of shattered illusions.You may be amazed that he never saw it coming. Sure, he had seen her growing distant, this last year. But he thought it was the empty nest thing. And he thought she had dived into her job, going from a few days to fulltime.But mostly, yes, he hadn't noticed.You see, many men don't live in the now. They live around it. Their mind is on projects and dreams. On things to come, mostly. They love.