My cock was still hard and almost throbbing. But at this point I didn't care. I know she saw it earlier and I kinda wanted her to look at it. I was ov...ercome by lust which threw my shame straight out the window. She was get a good look at this dick.She brought the step latter into the room and opened it up for me. She definitely looked at it as she bent over to open the chair I thought to myself. I climbed up the chair and as if I didn't notice. She was sanding facing me as I was up on the. Glistening.And sometimes when I think about it that first time went further.She took me in her mouthshe moaned for meshe articulated:told me how much she wanted itmy cockthe sexall of it.Did we talk about it? Eventually.It went for almost three years, we had to talk about it.But I don't remember the first time.What we said.Except telling her that she didn't have toand she couldn't tellbut she didn't have tobut I wanted her tobut she couldn't tell.Sometimes I wanted to threaten herthinking about. Part of it, anyway.’ ‘Jerry, if you’re reading this I’m gone. I always loved you, felt you were special. You’ve always been so sensitive to others. You need to be careful, or that trait will destroy you. Take the money and use it. Don’t worry about investments or interest, use it to get the answers to all the questions that torment you. I hope it will make you a better and happier person.’ I paused to wipe my eyes. ‘I thought about it, a lot, and decided to follow her advice. Over the next few. It was like one set back after another for Mike and I, first after trying to get pregnant since our honeymoon, this year I have had two miscarriages. The Doctor claimed my husband had not only a low sperm count, what few he had were too weak to keep me with child. This was not only devastating news it was very humiliating to my husband as my female gynecologist not only prodded his privates she peppered him with questions about masturbation wanting to know how many times a week he ‘played with.