Now, we need to talk about the breakup. Sophia, over our past three sessions, has told me a lot about her history, both with you, and before you, Warr...n. There's a pattern here., and what Warren just went off about has a lot to do with it. Sophia, why did you go out with Scott?" Because he asked me, and I had been without for a while." Did you ever think he was any good for you?" Deep down inside, probably not." So, you panicked, and did something self-destructive." That makes sense." And who. And I did... Later we went my place??We were married 6 months later.Over the years our lives have taken a rather plain turn now that we have good jobs and real responsibilities.Chapter I Now I am 33 and when my wife suggested visiting the church on the far end of town I was skeptical to say the least. But, if that is where she wants to go, we can drive an extra 10 minutes or so. When we got there it looked like any other protestant church. A pulpit, choir with organ and or course the cross. "This bra," she said, holding it out to him. "Put it on. Do you know how? You've seen how women put their bras on. Shall I help you?" She did. Bob didn't know if she'd answered his question or ignored it. She hooked it in front, and he looked down and saw that he now had a slight rounded cleavage between the cups, his smooth, hairless chest caught up and compressed by the bra to form two crescents. "Look at that," he said, in order to say something, anything at all. Then to let her. The need. Confusion. I can sense the rise in your arousal as I walk by you as if you don’t exist. I can hear your heart race, and see you break out in a sweat. I can sense every twitch of your cock, and feel you resist the urge to stroke your cock right there in the cafeteria, surrounded by your classmates. But what I sense the most is your confusion. You don’t understand why you’re attracted to me. I’m not your type. Never have you seen anyone like me before, but the unbridled lust you feel.