Exactly 9 months ago, I had proposed to Mohana, my office crush. We had dated once before our office closed down for covid. Our dating scene ended as ...e went out of sight and out of mind for each other. Now, both of us were back. I had married someone else in November, and Mohana got married soon after, in December.I scanned the crowd, trying to distance myself from anyone that looked like Mohana. She was a tall girl, almost 5’8” with smooth wearing-golden skin. She had big black eyes and long. When I did, I was instructed to not let any of that cum out of my ass, I gave it my best shot, but my ass had been thoroughly used, and it was tough not to lose any. Gramps walked me to the milking house, and put me in one of the stalls for the cows. He tied me up to one of the posts, and attached one of the milkers to my cock and left. I got really nervous because those things don’t shut off and it was sucking my cock hard and nonstop. He came back in a few minutes, I thought it was to let. I knew Julie well; from the overly casual tone of her voice and the fact that I suspected she had been with him only days ago, I could tell she was testing the water before moving on to a more significant subject. I gave a bland, non-committal answer.“He’s in Geneva. At the conference.”There was a brief silence while both of us wondered how to proceed. Long sips of wine were taken. I wasn’t going to be the one to take the first step; after all, Julie had come to my house to see me, knowing that. Laura cautioned me to slow down and not hit any bumps because she was applying touches of makeup to her lips and eyebrows."You look fantastic," I said as I opened the car door for her when we got to the Waite's home."Thank you sweetheart," Laura responded, stopping us to adjust my tie. "You're getting old enough to make your complements mean something to this old lady."The dining room table looked miniature in the large room. As Mr. Waite had told me, the table had been reduced to seat six.