I don't love Dana. Cydney makes me feel alive, makes me feel important. She would do anything for me, and I would do anything for her. It was time I p...oved that fact. I walked back inside the house and went over to where Dana was sitting. "Dana, I'm leaving you. I love someone else and I am going to be with her tonight, and every night afterwards. I'm sorry but I can't keep lying to myself. Goodbye." Dana was stunned at my admission and I left just in time before she nailed me in the head with. He had a point.********So, my history played out as a single independent woman when I agreed to be the maid of honor at my friend's wedding. Lucas had suggested that I look him up if I ever was in California. That never seemed to be on my itinerary until he emailed me saying there would be a Summer of Love revival in two months in San Francisco. He said I should go. I could stay at his place an hour and a half north of Los Angeles.I could have flown but I didn't. I took the train clear across. Lydia’s story perked Zack’s interest. Her slathering cleanup had been very efficient. Lydia noted a revival of blood flow solidifying Zack’s dick. Her hand slowly stroked it to rigidity. She climbed between Zack’s legs and kissed the tip. Tongue, lips and cheeks rubbed the length and breadth of his resurrected erection. Her plump lips slid over the entire length, drenching the sodden cock skin. Zack was finally ready and on one full plunge, Lydia hummed during her deep-throat. Zack tensed and. He didn't know how he was going to pay him but that was it. Hejust hoped that was enough. His voice just wouldn't come out to sayanything more."Jeremiah Blaine Davies what are you talking about?" came the femininevoice from the phone. He then realised that the caller wasn't Marc andhis mind tried to figure out who the voice belonged to. "Anyway I amjust calling to inform you that I will be coming next Wednesday." Hethen realised that the caller was actually his sister Nat. The phonewent dead..