She's maybe thirty, maybe even a bit less, and is pretty with a nice figure. Not big, not small. Just nice. And, she's always been very friendly to me....So, as I'm showing her a couple of different browsers, I'm noticing that the dress she's wearing, a pretty, pink, kind of summery, light dress has ridden up over her knees.This, of course, is a major distraction to a fifteen-year old male and my distraction indicator in my pants started registering a major event.So, I'm there trying to tell her. . failed."I snorted, nearly choking on the delicious stew. I'd pretty much inhaledthe majority of what was in the bowl, and hoping there'd be seconds."That's putting it mildly. Felt like my brain was getting squishified."Signe tapped her finger against her lips, as if pondering the problem."This 'squishy' sensation," she said, looking at me. "Does it result ina headache. Like the kind you'd get from a hangover?" A really bad one," I said with a nod. "Like getting punched between theeyes by a. Things didn't work out the way I planned. My Mom passed on about 4 years ago. Sad for me especially since I was never able to be with her the way I wanted. But time marches on. My Dad is now 84 but in good health. He visits with us every Christmas. This last Christmas eve turned into something special. After everyone left Dad, Terry, and myself sat drinking in the den. We were all feeling a little drunk, Dad especially. Terry went into the kitchen to clean up. Terry now walks with a cane. At 60. When we are still young we had sex every chance we get, even though most of that 10 years of marriage. We had done some kinky shit, like fucking in the crowded park and nearly got caught, or role-play. Been the cock-tease as she is, my wife always had men and boys hit on her constantly even old men, at the store, gas station, or at the park. When she teased me by telling me that some of them she actually finds cute. I got jealous and mad, and I would say things like “If you think they’re cute.