He takes hold of my hands and raises them above my head as if reaching for the sky."Breathe in. What do you smell?" he asks.I sniff the air and reply,..."Nothing." Clear your mind, Penelope. Breathe in slowly through your nose again and tell me what you smell."I breathe in slowly, expanding my nostrils, inhaling the air, and letting thoughts of meetings and deadlines drift away. The first scent to reach my senses is jasmine.Excited I reply, "Jasmine. I smell the sharp, sweet smell of jasmine.". My poor Colin.”Now she is really crying, sobbing, her face buried in her hands.I really can’t stop myself. I go to her and now she is in my arms. I am hugging her to my breast while I stroke her sweet head, wanting to give her a safe haven, a place of peace.Once again I want to kiss her. I want to give her my naked breast, to feed my nipple to those delicious lips, to let her take comfort in that primal action. . I want to feel the curves of her body, to touch, to explore the essence. "She is a terrific cocksucker isn't she?" he asked. "Oh of course, you have never had it have you?" And never will" my wife cut in spitefully, before returning to worship his magnificent prick.When they were ready, Jane told me to bring over a chair and sit by the bed to get a good view of what was to happen. I sat down feeling very nauseous as Jane lay down on the bed. Jason got on top, and she wrapped her arms round his neck and her legs round his back."I know it's too late for you Brian, she. Doesn’t he love water I asked, she replied oh it’s not that Jackie it’s things to do you know like bathing him, a smirky smile on her face about it.As we sipped our coffee she thanked me for telling her the whole story about that day in the barn. I told her no problem and I do feel much better since at last in my life trusting someone enough to be hushed mouthed enough to tell things like that which went on while living on the farm.Even as I do now this many years later to tell it in writing if.