She stared at me, a quiver to her lips. her eyes moistening. "no, I need this, i don't know why. i dream about it all the time....i feel crazy at time..." I stared at her. I had seen this before. she was addicted. Addicted to the sensation, the smells, the fears, the anticipation...but it had only just happened. Already she was Mine. I continued to stare at her, "you bore Me already" I said to her. She gasped and fell to her knees. "no, please i will do anything". I laughed, "I already know that. I was now on his discretion. He asked me to sit on bed and slowly he touched my body and then increased his speed . He was pressing my boobs by his index & middle finger my body arched a little I was getting excited but he was not able to watch my belly as I was wearing a gown so he went further towards my boobs & started giving little strokes to the bottom of my boobs by his both hands above the gown he was feeling my bra stripes then he went little further & hold my left boob in his palm I. But that was my crossing of the Rubicon. It really was. At 37 or so years old there was an entirely new avenue I needed to explore. The guilt was pretty intense. The fear of being found out... It had me on a hyper vigilance high that I hadn't experienced since I first started jerking off at 11 or 12. I didn't hit puberty till later than most k**s. One of my older brothers friends was talking about jerking off all the time and so at my first opportunity I went into my mothers room got out a. “I know something you might can beat me at” I say, turning over a little to look at him. He looks at me, suddenly excited. “Can you shoot?” I ask when he can’t wait any longer for a new game. “Shoot?” He asks, a curious smirk coming over his face. The two of us start jacking ourselves off. I told him to copy me, but tell me if he felt like he was going to cum. Not gonna lie, it is kinda hot having someone watch you jack off. Anyhow, so I start rubbing slowly, then spit on my hand and rub a.