I lowered my head to it and sucked it into my mouth. “No, WHEN are we? Xxx His dick wasn’t exactly small, there wasn’t a lot of room for it. Reality asserted itself, that was Dawn (my wife). Pythagoras looked pensive, with the break I realised I was still holding my slightly chewed burrito. “Thank you, that answers my question.”
“Which question?”
“When are we?” It seemed there was logic there somewhere, but in my current state, I was failing to grasp that. Pythagoras said something, it sounded complimentary, but that word wasn’t in my vocabulary. “Eros Eos.” Was the first thing I said, not unusual, It was something I said quite often, it was supposed to mean “I love Dawn.” or “I love the dawn.” It was about as far as my Greek actually went.
