I couldn't stop reading Les' words over and over and over again. I got completely aroused, and had to make another trip to the Men's Room to stroke my...little cucky dicklet. I didn't cum, but I easily could have.When I returned to my desk, I wrote this email to Les, attempting to slow his roll a bit, and establish that he was a safe person to expose Louise to. I felt like he wouldn't like my delay tactics, but I wanted to establish some parameters before I cut him loose to pursue my wife, after. I had my children. I had my career. I had time for myself and my hobbies.I was happy. I can say without reservation that even before I met Carrie, I was happy.But I can say with equal certainty that I was happier after I met her — far happier. In a couple short weeks, Carrie became the other half of my life. I finally understood what my father and my mother felt when they looked at the other. I finally knew what people meant when they talked about soul mates. One look, one simple glance, was. "Hello?" he said, louder this time. There was still no answer. Then came a faint thump from the ceiling. "She must be upstairs...should we go find her?" Frank asked. "Well she ain't coming to find us, obviously," I answered. We found the stairs and climbed up to the second floor. She was in the first room off to the right, putting some clothes away in a dresser drawer. Her room was obnoxiously girly – frilly pink shit everywhere, a four poster canopy bed covered with stuffed a****ls, all white. I was overwhelmed by the erotic irony. “So, you’ve wanted me for years?” I asked timidly.“Yes,” she replied, “I know its sick, but I can’t help it. I have tried not to think of you that way, but I watched you grow to manhood, and I have loved you your entire life. When your body began to develop, I began to have an overwhelming attraction for you.”Her words were getting me aroused again. The horrible guilty feeling that I had experiencing began to ebb its way out of my chest and stomach. I was.