Who had I become, kneeling before a guy because he was popular, and because my sister idolized him? Who had I become to have sucked his friends, simp...y because he asked me to? Who had I become to have let my boyfriend arrange for me to have sex with other guys? And what had I become, to have gone to the hotel with him, and having agreed to be with a coach at my school? Worst of all, of everything I had done, what had I become to hurt the one person who was there for me through all of it,. And so, the decision was made. I re-entered our walk-in closet and found a lovely pale green silk blouse that I normally wore with a bra and a camisole underneath. I walked back to the mirror and slid the sensuous fabric over my arms and shoulders. As I buttoned it, my dark nipples seemed to stretch out to caress it with their noses. The feeling of my tits shaking and jiggling beneath the silk was at once powerfully erotic and deeply troubling. I pulled on the three inch heels that made me just. I felt sufficiently stable to risk the rest of church before upsetting my wife’s plans for the day with the unwelcome interruption of an E.R. visit, but with the doctor’s words at church, it really wasn’t prudent to do anything less. As soon as church ended, my wife, Barbara, pulled me aside, saying essentially ‘Ok, what’s going on? Something’s up, I can tell. Spill it.’ Sometimes it’s really good to know anew just how smart and perceptive the lady I married is. I told her about the symptoms,. Since then we have met from time to time usually two or three nights until he came to visit for a week.He was unable to visit when wife was gone, so we decided to visit Harrisburg and attend the Gettysburg re-enactment, really we met to satisfy each others yearnings that we talked about during our frequent phone sex chats. I had a ten hour drive and he came by train and we met at the station. We exchanged hellos and I put his bag in the back seat, and then helped him buckle up in the front.