“No, stop, you can’t unroll it first, the way to get it on is to slip it over the head then roll it down until it fits all the way, here let me sh...ow you.” I put the thing on the head of my hard-on then rolled it down, my daughter kept her fingers on it, feeling how it went on. When I was fully encased, she smiled up at me, grabbed my cock, and tugged on it, “It's slippery.”“They are made lubricated; it will be easier for you because there won’t be any friction.”She smiled up at me, raised her. My hormones demanded that I get to know this lovely creature better. To my eternal amazement, it appeared that she returned my interest. My fascination with Jean put my plans for Annie firmly on hold. My desires and focus were firmly on Jean as I moved on with my life. While I knew that I still loved Anne, and that I had to speak with her in order to obtain closure, I was willing to postpone this discussion until some future date. My interest in reconciliation was on the wane. Jean was the. I told her everything from when I lost my virginity, how emboweled I was to how many women that I had been with. Looking into my eyes, Jenna said: “I want to do a one night stand with you”. As she said this, Jenna unzipped my pants and starts to massage my dick. I slid my right hand under her dress and finger her pussy as we started to kiss. She could really kiss so well. We continue to make out on her couch. She was getting very wet as my fingers slid in and out of inside her. Then Jenna rose. The next day was a Saturday, so I joined the usual crowds of tourists and shoppers in the Strand at 3pm, as close to where I had been as I could remember. The clock ticked on and nothing happened. Was the Japanese guy playing with me? I could only hope not. On Sunday, I was back there, at ten minutes to the hour, and stood like a statue while the mass of people surged around me. Then “it” hit again, exactly as it had before, and I ended up in either the same or similar room to where I had been.