I should have known better. Our friendship--such as it was--was built on our daily interactions. With that removed, it was inexorably bound to slowly ...ade away, leaving only a palimpset of itself. It's like watching the tide go out--you never realize that it's slipping away until you take a look at the expanse of wet sand before you. But then, I've always been fond of tilting at windmills.We went out to dinner a few more times. It was a convenient way to catch up on the past week, and a. He drove the truck back up to the shed, parked it inside, and picked a bit of lettuce in the greenhouse before coming in for the night. He kicked off his boots and stepped into the kitchen. The night before he had placed two frozen rabbit carcasses in the refrigerator to thaw for dinner. He pulled them out and unwrapped them, feeling to see if the flesh had fully thawed or if it was still frozen in the middle.With a knife he cut the carcasses into chunks that would probably confuse someone who. You look to see the towel has hooked on your erection. She peels the towel slowly away, her fingers tracing a slow path across your own towel. She reaches around behind you and pulls you to her. Her hands work to undo the towel about your waist, and in a moment you stand as bare as her. Her breasts press against your ribcage. Reaching down, you engulf them in your hands, enjoying the fact that she presses herself closer at the touch. Her hands give your ass a squeeze, something you have no. "My, my, what have we here? Daddy, you really are a lecher. It looks like I'm going to have to beat you off again."She didn't touch my cock that time. Instead, she jacked me through the soft cloth. She giggled as the towel slid up and down my shaft. I managed to last five minutes or so, then the cum that had been left in my balls after my first orgasm shot into the towel.After Carol left, I vowed that I would have no further sexual contact with her. I shuddered to think what might happen when.