“I have learned to control many of my urges over the years,” she continued. “There is one that I am fighting even now.” “To kill me?” “N... my dear, not that. But I should not speak of it for fear for frightening you further.” “Tell me, I must know.” She was silent for a moment, her hand moving from my shoulder to lightly stroke my back before she spoke again, her voice barely audible. “It is the urge to kiss you.” I looked into her eyes, unsure if I had heard her correctly. “You…you want to kiss. I sipped my cold beer and admired how nice, round and firm my 34d tits were. There was no sag in them and they were perfect for sucking and titty fucking for hours on a cold winter night. My hubby also noticed that the cab driver had moved his mirror for a better view of my tits and could tell this unleashing my exhibitionist ways. I wanted to give him a show he would never forget. As I peered out the window, my left hand drifted up and came to rest on my tits while my fingers began to gently. I could simply put Lucas and Eve on it and I would know in a day. The young woman could read that confidence in my face. She wrote a name on the back of my pickup receipt.From the laundromat Eve and I continued on to dinner at the Dog House. It was the restaurant where I had met Gunny. Even if it hadn't held memories of Gunny, it had memories of my dad, so I held it in an almost reverence. There were the usual collection of customers, not that there was anything usual about the Dog House's. She admitted me into her room, a candle still burning in the stick by her bed. She smiled and I think enjoyed my humiliation as I expressed my regrets at my behavior. Maria knows and understands me. She lifted her nightgown and there was her shaft. I knelt before her in total subjugation and humbled myself, taking it into my mouth in an act of submission and contrition so contrary to my normal ways. She caressed my hair with tenderness and lifted me, not, I think, wishing to prolong my agony..