Or not. I don't know. I mean, this place probably fucked me up worse, but it's not like I really wanted to be cured. I guess if I were going to choose...one, I'd want "ineffective but harmless" somewhere in the ad.My parents wanted the cure though. Not for their sake. No. Of course not. For my sake. So I can be happy again (like it was ever picture postcard in my family) and be loved by God. Who, by the way, loves me anyhow. He just requires that I feel guilty about how he made me.You mentioned. We were cleaning up the dishes and the phone rang, my wife answered it and a bit later she asked me if it was ok if we stopped over by her moms Saturday and said she wants to know if I could help her clean out the attic. I really didn't want too but said yeah, the wife told her sure and said we will see you then. On Saturday we got up early and went shopping and the wife picked out a dozen pair of jogging shorts she liked that she said would show me off good. When we got threw shopping we left. I had a few beers before he got here so I was feeling pretty loose.I decided to shave my legs and put on a pair of silky nude pantyhose along with a leotard with a big oversized t shirt.Mike knocked on the door and I yelled for him to come in. I was In the kitchen and asked him to have a seat (in the living room) and I'll bring us some beers in. I handed him his beer and sat in the chair and put on the TV. He didnt notice what I was wearing, or he did and didnt say anything. I then got up and. I didn't really care if he knew what I was doing, because he had to know it was he who had caused me to become so aroused. I now just wanted to consummate our brief affair with orgasmic pleasure before he left the restroom. Suddenly, the door to my stall opened inward and there stood the black gentleman, looking down at me. The first thought in my mind was how I could have forgotten to lock the door. I was slightly embarrassed that he had caught me in such a compromising position. My legs were.