She pretended not to notice and carefully squeezed each cuff around my wrists. I could feel hidden latches fastening together inside of them. The late... of her outfit scrunched as she squat down with the pair of ankle restraints. I stared down at the top of her head hiding my hard-on in my restrained hands as she proceeded to carefully tighten them. Her hair shined beautifully under the light and for a brief moment I could feel their soft strands delicately caress my toes, sending shivers of. I felt my lesbian side getting stronger and stronger by the second, but even if it was traced back to love, I still couldn't help, but relish it.I kissed her neck and shoulders numerous times as well, all just to express love rather than lust. If nothing else, I wanted to walk out of that room, knowing that if nothing else happened between us sexually, I still loved her dearly.That did show when she turned her head to mine and kissed me. "I love you." I love you too, harlot." You're cheating. Thank you so much! One of the things I had to go do besides vote was get a regular checking account set up. I’ve been using a debit card for years.I didn’t know this, but you can get over stimulated at a bank. When I’m having a bad day I process information (all information including sensory) slower. My wife and the bank person were going too fast and the room was too bright. I was wearing my prescription shades at the time. There were too many pieces of paper on the desk.I had to tell them. As far as she was concerned the cure was becoming worse that the disease. I was now well established in the music industry, so money was not a problem. A full time hospice staff made sure that her last few months were as comfortable and stress free as possible. I was pretty sure that she felt worse about leaving me alone than she did about dying.It was a week before she passed on that she told me that she wanted to go back to Hytop without her hospice staff. She insisted that it must just be.