"Daddy, how am I going to make pee pee without a willy," I asked himwith the logic of a six year old. "Umm, I think we better take you tothe hospital....I'm sure the doctors can make it better," was his overlyoptimistic answer. He took me upstairs, got me dressed and drove me tothe Emergency Room."My son had an accident," he lied to the admitting nurse. "He fell offhis bike." "Fill out this form," said the nurse. "The doctor will seehim shortly." Dad filled out the form: name, Daniel; sex, male;. . it's just that..." What?" Oh, nothing. It's just this bra. It felt fine this morning, but now ... it feels tight." You could always..." John halted in mid-sentence."What? Take it off? Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" I said, sarcastically."No!" John protested, "I didn't mean that ... well..." Don't bother. I know what you're thinking. The bra stays. Pervert."Of course at the time I didn't know what was happening. I didn't know that I was sexually imprinting. Imprints and the imprint gene. It was as though a ton weight had been lifted from my shoulders as I wandered around Palma looking for a ring to buy for my wife to be- all being well and she accepted of course. I didn't have much to spend, having turned down Archie's offer to fund the purchase as he was going to be my best man- "Whether you like it or not." - but I did manage to find a nice small one I could afford and hoped she'd like.She did. In fact, she loved it. Smothering me with kisses and drenching my face with her. Then I got my cigs out and she said “I’ll suck you off for two or you can have me for five”.I looked at her and after a minute or so I said “5 it is, where?” “Follow me” as we both jumped off the wall. I followed her up a dirt track to some rocks that were shielded from the road by some tall bushes, then she stopped by a large rock and leaned against it. I moved closer to her and in facing her I kissed her, no response!I kissed her again, again no response. I felt her tits which were a decent.