I suppose it was inevitable that I would f*** up on my sin list. This kind of gross behavior was bound to include things that I forgot about until I put more thought into it.
To the much older woman at the boat dock: despite the fact that I was enjoying playing with your breasts while you were stroking my c***, it was the taste of your denture adhesive as we swallowed each other’s tongues they gave me one of those conscious in the moment feelings of self-loathing and filthiness. But given the predilection I had at the time for older women, and my fondness for mature breasts, even I eventually spurted weakly and impotently into your hand. The fact that you then fed me my own c** from your hand by instinct was one of the first lessons I got that women can smell a failed male like me from a mile away every time.
