We laughed and giggled, hugging each other under the shower. I loved it - her aggression and playfulness were making think thoughts I had only just re...cently began to think about boys - but never another girl, and especially not my cousin Jane! The sheer naughtiness of it all was really beginning to arouse me.She released me and I went back to soaping my body. She took the soap from my hand and began to lather her body. There was not an ounce of fat on her, or on me for that matter. She was. She said yes (of course) but reminded me that I’d have to ask her Dad but did say that she didn’t think it would be a problem. Which is why, at seven thirty that night I walked through the doors of the Roundhill Working Men’s club in Castleford, walked up to the bar, and stood next to the club chairman.“Evening young David,” he greeted me, “what are you having?”I knew that he and the club steward would both be OK with me ordering a pint of beer, but I decided to play safe.“Diet Pepsi please,. We loved each other. I know we did. I know we both loved our kids. We were always there for them. They were first in our lives. Unfortunately we didn’t put each other at least second. I don’t know what happened. We argued about bills, never enough money. Argued about who was suppose to do what. Shit, we even argued about what damn toilet paper to use and how it should be on the roller, such petty things that eventually separated us. Maybe we were just too proud to blame ourselves. We didn’t. When she saw me she started crying. She was making a lot of noises that I could not understand due to the ball in her mouth. I started to unbuckle the straps holding the ball in her mouth. She moved her jaw around and was crying about she told me she was embarrassed that she had shocked me this way. I asked her what going on she told me that she practiced self bondage for years and turned this room into her personal playroom. That she used me as a safety if something went wrong like today I.