You have gifts the rest of us can only dream about." I'll destroy them all too. Do you know how many times I've had this conversation before? My mate ...finally strong in themselves gives up a perfectly good life for me." I'd guess quite a few. It's not destruction to give people growth and to give them an honest choice about whether to make a sacrifice. If what you've showed me has meaning, then I am not destroying myself. I'm acting out of love." Why now?" Why not? If I had something specific. This time, as she took my length in her throat, I clamped my hands more firmly on the sides of her head, stopping her from moving, and slowly pushed my cock forward. Looking down, with my cock filling her neck, I saw she was looking back up at me, tears welling in her bulging eyes. Both of her hands were gripping the backs of my legs very tightly.I pulled half-out, still holding her head. “You alright?” I asked.“Uh-huh.” She managed, through a mouthful of cock.“Okay.” I said, and started. ”“I’d propose it was related to you making peace with yourself over your mom.”“And I wouldn’t discount that theory in any way.”“What kind of memories do you have of the physical acts?”“They’re vague and ephemeral, and I’m happy about that. I know from my journal that the pleasure was intense and I sought it at every turn, but now, fifteen years later, I can’t even imagine doing it, and, frankly, I don’t want to.”“Which is the natural reaction most people have to incest. It’s such a strong. So, with a lack of anything better to do, and with some thought in mind of beating the rush hour, he rode the subway back to Shae's studio, got in the Malibu, and drove back to her apartment. He gave some thought to fixing dinner, and had a couple good ideas before he remembered they'd planned to go out for dinner that evening -- nothing terribly special, just a little neighborhood Italian place she said she ate at occasionally and liked.He felt at a loss with nothing to do. It really was too.