. push me aside. At least, that's how it felt to me." So... where's this new place at dad?"Again, my oldest son. There was something up here that I di...n't know if I wanted to see. I was tired and just wanting this moving crap done with. I had packed all of it myself. Every little item. Some boxes were marked for giving to thrift stores; some marked for a garage sale... should I ever get around to having one. A very precious few were marked for keeping.Susan stood back a ways, then suddenly. Holding it up, I could only stare at it with what I assumed was my mouth hanging open.I turned to look at Sheila, “how in the hell am I supposed to repair what I see, with this?”“Doctor Gance, this is just a representation for you. It can, if you prefer, be anything you require.” Sheila said her ever present smile on her face.I continued to stare at Sheila as my mind finally ‘caught up’ with what she was stating. Shrugging, I imagined a none direct connection, then a mental keyboard. Nodding I. Everything had a sexual overtone to it the rhythm of a hammer banging, rough men in wranglers and heavy boots; all seemed like foreplay at it’s most sensuous.I lost count of the times I said to the boys I had to make a phone call and would rush to the small ladies toilet. Pulling my uniform trousers to my ankles and stretching my legs in front of me I would finger fuck my cunt to a huge orgasm, it was the only way I could quench my lust for a while. I had to open my legs above the toilet to let. Does that mean that you do have the desire?”I wanted to know why Peter was continuing to press on the subject, so, I asked, “Why do you keep asking me about that, Peter? What are you driving at?”Peter is usually self-assured and assertive, but he must have been apprehensive about what he was going to say next. He leaned in close and nervously whispered, “Well, as I said earlier, I’m not getting as much pussy at home as I used to. So, I was thinking that if you had the desire, that uh, uh, maybe.