He took me in his arms and whispered, "It's my turn now - I love you so much'With that he deeply kissed me, his hands cupped my breasts and kneaded th...m,I shuddered in anticipation, then he took my nipples between thumb and fingerand gently tweaked them, this time my back arched is ecstasy and I moaned aswaves of pleasure swept over me - it had been so very long.While his hands were concentrating on my bounteous breasts, his lips andtongue were teasing those places we women have that edge us. I dressed in my white corset, matching bra, panties and panty-girdle andlight tan stockings. The girdle had the effect of pulling the curvedcage down into my groin but my testicles, that normally tucked in too,were somewhat pushed outwards by the plastic ring behind them and a bitsquashed. The cure for that was not to pull the girdle up so tight,which eased the discomfort considerably. The lock and the tips of thefront pins and stem showed through the elasticised girdle. I slid awhite satin. “If she were even sixteen, I could at least understand even if I didn’t like it.”“If she had been sixteen, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”“That somehow makes her less in need of your protection?”“You just said sixteen was different!”“But a married man? Cheating on his wife? And who has a son?”I took a deep breath and let it out, “At some point, each of us makes decisions we regret later. I’ve made a few which you know about. I can’t be sure, but I have to think you and Dad both have. Odd then, that it was at Harvard that I had a breakdown.#Friday I washed my hair and packed a change of clothes and took them withme to work so I could meet Alice outside The Brattle. I didn't know whatto expect, but I had dressed neatly in what passed for standard HarvardSquare attire: ironic logo t-shirt, thrift store black jacket, andkhakis, with my hair tied back in the standard geek ponytail. I lookedlike hundreds of grad students and junior faculty.A long white Toyota van pulled up and.