"What the fuck is wrong with me?"It took a few minutes for me to piece together what had happened. I rubbed the spot where he kissed my forehead. My l...gs were rubber as I grabbed my clothes and locked myself in the bathroom. I gave myself a disgusted look in the mirror. There was no way I could face him now. Surely he'd known what I'd done.The sour stomach, the shame; It all made me want to throw up. Jumping in the shower, I stood letting the falling water melt the shame I felt. I scrubbed. * It’s funny how your mind works when you see something or someone familiar. I had just come out of a shop on the High street, when something caught my eye. I looked, and then I had to look again. No that’s impossible. No my eyes had got to be playing tricks on me. Standing there across the street, was Rebecca. But no, it couldn’t be! This was a young woman who looked just like Becky had looked, twenty-odd years ago. My mind raced back to my first meeting with Becky at a party when we were both. We sat at the table and small talked and joked as we enjoyed our meal and each other’s company.I wanted my sweet mom too badly to abort my plans. I did at least, try not to think of her in lascivious ways, but it wasn’t working; just the thought of her and especially when she was near me, my cock knew no restraint and my eyes devoured her. I decided to let a few days pass before making my next move, and jerked off several times for three nights as I lay in bed burning up with lust. On the. “I think this is my 20th hang up in a row tonight,” I complained, rolling my eyes toward the phone. “They finish half this stupid survey and decide it’s too long and hang up.”“Aww I know, but don’t sweat it, hon. Don just went home and left me in charge, let’s knock off ten minutes early and grab a Dew,” she said, reaching across me and gathering up my surveys. I plopped my pencils into a cup and stood, stretching, my shirt pulling up out of my jeans. Sarah poked the eraser end of a pencil at.