I would advise that you keep the door closed this time."We both looked at him in amazement. Eventually I recovered from the shock of this statement an... went over and gave him a hug."Thank you daddy," I said"Take it as a token of our good faith and accept that we will come to some arrangement that lets you express your love without endangering the fact that we need to keep it secret for the time being." He told meWhen we had finished eating we went back through to the lounge where my parents. The last time I was to see her tits until much later in life was the day I pushed my sucking sister's head aside and clamped my mouth on mom's tit. She gasped but did let me nurse for a minute before gently pulling her nipple from my mouth, telling me I couldn't do that.She was careful not to let me see her breastfeeding again. But the rapturous feeling of sucking on that tit never left me. Maybe that's what drove me to desire her so over the years.Susan (my mother's name) did have nice. I think it was a spare mooring line for the boat, thirty feet of autoerotic asphyxiation bliss. Tying a hangman’s noose, I’d throw the other end of the rope up and over one of the ceiling joists. Then setting a short footstool beneath the noose, I’d tie a small knot at the other end of the rope, one just big enough to keep my hands from slipping off, then I’d step off the footstool to hang.Sadly, the brief summer months spent at the cabin were the only time I could explore my autoerotic. Then there are those that remain silent and bottle up the rage but take it out on her later in private, usually accompanied by violence. And then there are those, disparagingly pigeonholed as wimps or cucks, that actually enjoy seeing their beloved eyed up by strangers, and possibly more. Who is right? Well heres my story, you decide. I met my second wife when she was still at school, a decade or so ago now. Kelly was sweet sixteen back then, an A-Level student, and I was her English tutor..