" Yeah, there is a guy here who talks to me – some sort of psychologist. Look, Martin, I appreciate what you are saying. But I didn't have much time...to think during the attack. Now that I've been lying here, knowing how close I was to dying, I am terrified. It's not just guilt over Linda. I am afraid to go out. I don't know if I could defend myself, much less somebody else, if a kid says boo!"I am such a wimp. Those guys could have gutted me like a fish, and I couldn't do anything. I didn't. I was sure, Aunt Kate had lost some serious weight making her boobs to stand out and be noticed as much as her pearly white teeth. “Aunt Kathrine”. I said in a stunning tone.“Oh Robert baby, you recognized me”. She hugged me tight, making me feel her hard nipples, poking on my chest through my thin T shirt. “Call me Kate. I do not like the sound of the word aunt making me feel old”. She had a killer smile on her face. She was much darker, almost brown as compared to her sister; Tom’s mother.. This????Was I gay?I'd never had a gay experience in my life.I'd never had a gay thought in my life, that I could remember. Sure, Iknew that I wasn't any kind of Valentino in the bedroom, and my sex lifewith the ex-wife was pretty average for those years we actually had sex.But I thought I'd been okay, or at least okay enough.Although, I suddenly wondered, maybe that's one of the reasons she left?I'd never considered that. I'd assumed we'd just grown apart.Greg cleared his throat."Um, usually. One night while her fiance stayed home and polished off his daily case of beer I received a text message asking if she could come over. Of course I answered yes as we had just started seeing each other about a month before but had not gotten beyond oral sex.When she showed up she had on a short shirt, barely covering her ample 44DD breasts and loose fitting shorts. I knew when I saw her that we would finally get to fuck. She was the type of woman who got soaking wet just from light kissing so I.