"I do hope that you will come back again so that I may enjoy that truly wonderful cock of yours," he added, as we stood at the side door before I left... He reached out and put his hand on my crotch area, and even though I'd just unloaded a considerable amount of cum (just a matter of no more than, maybe, 20 minuets earlier, my cock began to stir once again!We were probably over twenty years different in our ages, and I had to admit that Marvin wasn't exactly a 'handsome' guy, he was short and. Dr. Traverswasn't kidding when he said that exposure to real children will cause asignificant regression in your mind."I shook my head. "But Ashley isn't a real kid. She's just confused. I'mgoing to help her. Like she helped me."The woman smiled gently. "She's really had a positive impact on you."Her face quickly darkened. "But it's too late for her. For the boys. Andwithin a week or less, it'll be too late for you. Ryan, you have tounderstand that Ashley is a real child now. Through and. As I was getting ready to go, she finally stumbled out.I pointed. “Coffee is in the pot with mugs above the maker.” The creamer packets and sugar were still on the table. She poured a cup and sat down to doctor it. Even after a couple of sips, she was still sitting in a kitchen chair sort of huddling her own misery. I said, “You look happy this morning, Princess.” There was some sarcasm in my voice.She just grunted. I said, “I’m going to church. Try to stay out of trouble while I’m gone.” I. She left early for work and the activities of a busy day at the hospital distracted from the conflict she felt. The occasional sight of a woman and new-born leaving the neighbouring maternity wing made her hopeful and excited. It bolstered her resolve again and she suppressed any notions that what she’d done wouldn’t be worth it. ‘Eye on the prize’ repeated the little mantra in her mind. In rare moment of quiet, she daydreamed, her mind wandering back to the previous night. The feeling of Tom.