So I grabbed the chance and decided to spend this week doing any crazy thing that would occur. I had my shower, feeling the day’s tiredness vanishin... and my body becoming relaxed. What was next? I’d cook something light, since I was always obsessed with my body and shape. I never wanted to lose the lines I loved. A little narcissism is not that bad after all. I always thought I had a good body and loved seeing it, touching it and feeling hot and good. Not a thing to share but I guess it’s just. “Oh, goody!” Stacy bounced up and down and let her tits flop as she squeezed my cock tightly. “I can feel the powerful thrum-thrum feeling as the piss shoots through your cock. It is like a pump shooting through a big pipe!” she smiled and released her hand.As she did, my dick sprayed everywhere, including all over my leg and belly.“Gross!” she snorted a derisive laugh.“You can’t just let go!” chided her as I grabbed my dick to hold it while I finished, and the warm piss dripped down my. Do you remember who you are?J. Look, I remember, It's just - you wouldn't believe me. I don't - [crying can be heard]D. Its okay. Do you want to go back to your room?J. [unintelligible]D. Okay. We'll try again later. I'm going to turn this -[end of tape][end of session][Session 26-61084. Keller, Timothy J. November 13th, 1989][D indicates Dr. Keller; J indicates patient; % indicatesunidentified persons][transcribed by Jennifer Phillips on December 16th, 1989]D. Okay, the tape is on. Are you. "Oh it's something, all right", Greg responded, with a grin. I laughed out loud. Yes, it was something. "You really want to know, babe?", I asked, coyly. "You know I do!", he exclaimed, shutting off the car. I laughed and began my story. I explained to Greg that I'd seen the house before today. He smiled broadly, as I told him of the Tuesday evening two weeks prior when I met Mikey at this same address. How we'd used the tour to catch up on each other's lives. How I flirted with him.