I know this is right for me, and you are right for me – just don’t stop, do it all the way, take me!’The last wrinkle of frowning doubt vanished... from her forehead, and her eyes gleamed with anticipation. Slowly, the hands on my shoulders slid under my bra straps and tugged them first sideways off my shoulders and then down to hang by my waist, in the process peeling the white cotton bra cups away from my young breasts. Releasing the straps, her hands rose to cup both of my titties, and as her. I wasn’t going to waste a lot of time browsing for these, just plane black, slimfit, 34” waist, 32” long will do. I went straight to the men’s section, picked up 3 different pairs of trousers and headed for the fitting rooms. The attendant gave me a paddle with a number 3 on it and she pointed to the men’s rooms. There were 5 rooms and all the curtains were open so I headed for the last one and was surprised to see a guy stood their trying a shirt on in his duds. I looked down and could see his. As they settled in, somewhat gingerly and unsure of what to expect, I broke down and cried.I cried for the pain the two girls had gone through. I cried for the pain I had made their mothers inflict on them. My gentle lovers had been forced to enforce my cruel discipline. It had been the right thing to do, but it still hurt.As they felt the sorrow and remorse I was feeling, they, too, began to cry, helping me to grieve. We sat together, holding one another, supporting one another, loving one. Setting the glass down he gently dislodged the book from her hand – a familiar title, laced liberally with explicit sensual passages – and laid it on the coffee table. Surprised that hadn’t awakened her, he settled on one knee in front of the couch, running one hand lightly along her neck hoping the reading had stoked erotic dreams – she stirred slightly, drawing a deeper breath as he leaned it to kiss her lips. That brought an even deeper breath, both eyes opened, and she sighed gently as her.