Once it was done, I decided not to be a complete asshole, so I put another bowl in the microwave for her. I stood at the counter while I waited for th...e coffee to finish, eating quietly with last night on my mind.Had I gone too far? Had I hurt her? The answer to both of those was that I probably had. Did she deserve it? Yeah. Would I do it again? I wasn’t sure. I felt like last night was a good point to walk away. She’d either be sad to see me go or she’d be relieved that she wasn’t going to. But I havenever regretted doing what I did. And I realize that both my kids and Ihave profited from this remarkable journey.So now I have decided to share my experiences with others. Luckily, Iwrote a log to describe what happened all along. And I have been carefulto write it in a way that made it possible to be published later on. Tomake it easier for you dear reader, I will make an overview over thepersons involved:Me: I am Rachel, 35, a lawyer and mother of the two boys that havedifferent. " They walked into a room with a large one way mirror. Jane gaspsat what was happening in the room on the other side of it. David was secured to an examination table spread-eagled. The table betweenhis legs had been removed allowing complete access to his cock. His head wassupported again on a cut away section of table with two-foot supports about3 feet below his head. Two women entered the room and waved at the one-waymirror. David's cock was erect beyond belief and soaked in pre cum. He. Even though she complains about this like it is a bad thing, she never puts a stop to it and even seems a little proud of it. Despite all this, I don't think my sister is a slut. At least when I am around, she is a very caring and sympathetic person who is willing to look past people's shortcomings. She also claims she refuses to date until she enters college because she believes relationships in highschool lead nowhere. Perhaps this is why we have been able to become so close this past year,.