After our son was born it made a rare appearance but not often. Then baby number two, a daughter, arrived. Now I could say she would not have fitted i...to her “play” clothes but that would be not the whole truth. My weight ballooned as well. I guess we because mum and dad. This went on for years and years. As the kids grew up I guess both of us didn’t bother about ourselves. It was all about the children.Fast forward to when Susan was 40 and I was 41. Our son had entered University and our. ”“No, it’s okay. He would always be so happy when he was going to see you. And when he came home after, he would beam.” Her eyes glistened and a tear fell accompanied by a sniffle.“I… I didn’t know.” A lump formed in my throat and my eyes burned.“Yes.” She wiped the tear away. “I was so glad for him. Oh, he loved you so much, dear.”“Mrs… I.” The burning turned into relief as tears spilt and my body jerked into a sob. “I thought being his… well I thought he would’ve been ashamed. Because I’m a…”. I accepted assoon as I stopped crying from the happiness. In aweek we will officially belong to each other forever.I already know that he is mine and I am his. I canhardly wait for that ring to have its companionwedding band to cement our love for each other. Buttonight we will relax as the last time we can go outtogether as just boyfriend and girlfriend. Eventuallywe would be setting up housekeeping at the college weare going to go to together. We will move intomarried students housing. I felt strongly identified with her. I could sense her fear and tension,but also her strong sense of excitement. She was enjoying her feeling ofpowerlessness, of degradation, and I could identify with that. I evenwanted to feel it myself. My own feeling of power arose from my completeempathy with the extreme pleasure she was getting from her submission tome. Our bodies were still whilst our breath heaved in our chests, herspressed into the bed, mine, hairy and wet, pressed into her back. Her.