I lowered my head and took in the scent of her heaving chest. Somehow the bra disappeared and I was fondling those heavy orbs of flesh. My tongue tra...ed the outer edge of her aureole, slowly working around in smaller circles until her ridged nipple was between my lips. She moaned softly as my left hand caressed the tit I wasn't licking.Her hands were fumbling with my belt, so I undid it. She had no problem with the snap and zipper, and soon my throbbing cock was in her hands. She gripped my. I felt delighted at the touch of his hand and fingers on my bare cock and balls. He took lot of care in caressing my bare cock so as not to hurt me.This continued for few days and I started longing for a massage by him on my nude body showing him everything. But I was a little afraid also as I thought that he was doing all this, assuming that I was drunk and if I let him know that I was enjoying it, and then he might stop doing this to me. So it continued like this and I kept on waiting for. He's retired, and now he's a luthier." A what?" A luthier -- someone who makes stringed musical instruments. He did that as a hobby when I was little but now he's made it into a business." That actually sounds pretty cool." I think so ... now, at least. He never played ball with me or got involved with little league. That seemed more important to me at the time." What about your mom?" Mom was an activist for progressive causes. I remember piles of bumper stickers on the table and stacks of yard. As a couple. And what's tearing me apart is that a part of me wants it too. I miss him at my breast. I miss his touch. Some part of me actually wants to give myself to him... to bring it back the way it used to be." With a nine year old boy?" I know. It's all so crazy. I think I'm going out of my mind." Look, Jessica, what if I were to have a talk with him? Maybe I could make him see how destructive this obsession is... for both of you." Do you really think it would do some good?" Can't hurt..