It's so remote andforeign to anything I've ever imagined about my life and my future andhow they would actually play out. How do I now reconcile this...impossibility that has suddenly become a possibility, to my reality?I start to say something but she interjects, "Let me try to explain someof my thoughts with a little more detail. Please, hear me out, andthink on all this before you answer, or even before you make anydecision at all. Okay, Chris? For me?"I take a big sigh and say, "Okay. For. I started to suck and nibble on those gorgeous tits and felt myself getting wetter and wetter as I did so. I also found myself getting bolder as I got more excited, so I took control and turned her over and lifted her skirt to expose her peachy ass. I pulled her panties to one side and started licking her pussy and then her asshole. She moaned and egged me on: “Keep sucking – my pussy and ass are all yours, baby.” I was so hot by now I had to reach back and finger my own pussy. “Just do. "Yes. And we always regret it. Regret is a terrible thing to have tocarry around for the rest of our lives." Interesting how she said 'we'and not 'you,' I thought. It was more like sharing than lecturing."Like guilt, right?" Yes, but I think regret can be much worse. It's like when you do themost embarrassing thing of your life, and you think 'Oh, if I could onlyturn back the clock.' But a hundred times worse than that."Well, I wasn't exactly regretting some of the things I'd done, at leastnot. Trey felt likebarfing. His stomach held his food down, since he hadn't eaten for days,but he still felt on the verge of throwing up, the instant the teenagegirl began shoveling the peanut butter into his mouth. After finishing,she mockingly said, "Allll doonnee," In deep motherly babytalk, andlightly slapped him on his face a few times, and tugged his newly fatcheeks, afterwards replacing his gag.After marching the bound Trey back and forth to the latrine, she headedback to Rob. Bending all the.