Everyone has noticed. And you’ve even reconciled with Joyce.”“Because Doctor Alborg helped me realize what really happened.”“Oh?” I said.J...ssica leaned forward in her chair with anticipation.“It wasn’t that I was disgusted with what I did. It was that I liked it and that scared me because of everything that my dad and Kent van der Meer had taught me. And that was what made me struggle with the whole ‘damned to hell’ idea. And that is what made me think that what Steve and I did was wrong, and I. He smiled at me and removed my apron to find my hand on his penis. He continued his hair cut without any objection, I gathered courage and pulled his zip down and pushed my hand inside his fly. I touched his penis which was already erect through the thin material of his underwear. I could feel the warm rod like penis even from the confines of his underwear. I groped for his pant buttons and pulled down his pant & underwear together. Both fell down to his ankles exposing his almost 8 inch erect. I began to wonder if my heart rather than my cock was the weak spot in this plan. Surely I couldn’t keep this pace up night after night, after all it wasn’t like I was a 20-year-old, though I might feel like it.We made our way to my ‘boudoir’, a word they had never come across (it didn’t translate, so I used the English, or French, whichever) but which I was pleased to find became included in the normal conversation surprisingly quickly. Boudoir: a bedroom where a man may find himself capable. I thought you might be away for a night, I hoped it wouldn’t be any longer. I knew it was the weekend because of the radio.”I stared at her, impressed with her reasoning.“I owe you some fresh air. Do you want to bathe, or just walk?”“How much daylight have we got left?”“Enough for both.”“Bath first, please, Bubba.”“No problem. Come on.”I took her down to the creek, walked a few yards away and turned my back to her. I stood listening to the sounds of the woodland until she called to say she was.