‘Couple of times a week,’ told her. ‘How long do you take?’ she asked. ‘Just a few minutes,’ I responded. ‘I want you to start taking...longer, a lot longer. We’ll get back to that in a few minutes. Is it wrong to masturbate, morally wrong?’ she continued. ‘If it is I’ve been bad a lot of times for a long time,’ I told her. She smiled ‘Can you differentiate between emotions such as fear and anger, pain and shame?’ she asked, again locking her eyes onto mine. ‘I think so,’ I responded. She. As I looked down at his marker I found it difficult to picture his face. Danny looked so much like his dad that I saw his face instead. "Honey, I'm sorry. I was weak. I've missed you and our sex together. It has been so many years and I just gave in". I sat down in front of the marker where his body would have been if we had been able to recover it. "I'm going to keep the baby. It will be part of our family".For the next couple of hours I sat there thinking. It was still pretty chilly so I. Pellentesque et velit feugiat, ornare quam a, facilisis quam. Suspendisse vehicula ante ac diam malesuada, at fringilla mauris mollis. Integer eu nulla auctor, euismod augue in, rhoncus lacus. Donec eleifend a elit id imperdiet. Aliquam erat volutpat. Ut laoreet sit amet lorem et pharetra. Sed et mollis augue, dignissim tincidunt turpis. Maecenas eget sagittis neque.Sed vel gravida mi. Vivamus eu enim nulla. Fusce malesuada diam nec leo mollis, nec vehicula quam cursus. Ut leo diam, fermentum. But each time her hands return to her sides and she asks for another. I let loose with more hits. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten. I circle her, whipping her stomach and thighs, her back and ass. The smooth curves of her well toned butt jump at the sting of the cane, each leaving a red kiss on her cheek. She keeps counting. Changing the pressure a bit, I surprise her, almost off balance. She teeters on her toes, waving her arms to steady her. Finding her balance, she takes a deep breath and renews.