"Yes Dear we'll keep going but first Auntie Meghan has to ask you a question." I sit up straight to listen carefully. "Do you want to keep your cock o... do you want it to go away?" My right hand leaves my breast and reaches down to gently pet the top of my cock. A big glob of pre-cum drools out of gaping slit. I scoop it up and massage it into my cock making the shaft nice and slippery then wrap my hand around it and slowly begin to stroke it. It feels good, better than ever before. I look back. She took my hand in hers, and leaned in closely to me. ‘Come on,’ she breathed into my ear, ‘it’s this way.’ She led me into a jewelry store, over to the platinum case. ‘I only found one matched set.’ Dead-center in the case was a set of wedding bands. ‘Kay, is this what you want?’ ‘More than anything, the whole world is going to hell, but I can be happy in the fact that I married the man I love when I had the chance.’ ‘Kay, I love you more than life, itself. I would gladly lay my life down, if. I heard people rummaging in the kitchen after I had my hair dried. I brushed it out, wrapped a towel around my torso and stamped the last of the water off my feet onto the bathmat. I kept my ears perked up in case I heard someone in need of the toilet but I took my time with my makeup.Eden sped right past me with the whoosh of cold air when I opened the bathroom door. I said good morning and she slammed the door. The kettle steamed and I perked my ears up, Matthew was brewing a pot of tea. Good. It is not a disease, it is not caught from vaccines or anything else and it can not be cured. It is a genetic neurological condition, some would even say an evolutionary improvement, that makes you more sensitive physically, mentally and emotionally. That is it pure and simple. Warning: This story contains swearing, fucking, violence, exposing deep dark secrets and subjects that may make you feel empathy, hate, understanding and/or uncomfortable. This story will not be for everyone. If you want.