I could have wished Ho Lee had asked Mom to marry him. That might have made me feel better about what has happened." Dad, he's an Oriental." So--your ...great-great grandfather married an Indian squaw. I will tell you right now, Ho Lee is all man and I'd be proud to have him as a stepfather. He has to make it legal, though." I take it you won't be around for Thanksgiving?" No, but I wish you would still go and be with the family. Gram will still welcome you. Your mother will too. Ben, I am hanging. We had some wonderful sex sessions. ElsieElsie was a lonely widow in our village who I befriended through walking our dogs together. I was early fifties at the time and Elsie was in her seventies. It was a slow burner as initially I didn’t consider her sexually but over time my feelings changed and when she invited me in for coffee following one of our walks that was the catalyst for our affair to begin. I sensed it was going to be more than coffee and a chat and that was reinforced by the way. Realizing there was no escape, and with the conflicting feelings of shame, embarrassment and thrill causing her head to figuratively spin in submissive confusion, Niki got down on her hands and knees at first working to get into a position she would not make a mess. At home, it was less of a concern, there was always a shower, or sometimes the hose. Here she was going to have to go to class and preferably not smell like a bathroom! She got her knees wide, and pushed her bottom backwards, almost. As I ran toward the house I was asking myself what would happen.Will I only listen to them?Or do I will have the nerve to do more?The very thought excited my senses beyond any known point that I was having trouble focusing my mind.When I arrived to get my book, I stopped and listened. Sure enough I could hear them making their lover sounds. I slowly touched my breast. At that point I knew I wasn’t going to stop there, I wanted to see them.That was a door that never should have opened, my life.