I had been looking at his mom in her house robe her bed dress and now and then bra and panties. She had a nice nest of hair in the front of her pantie... and that i did like. her daughter was a hair less girl right up to her 19th birthday. I was a boy who got turned on by thick pubic hair and older women. She was a divorced mother of two. I came in the back door and she called her son to wake him, I sat at the table while she cooked breakfast. In her bed dress I could see no bra and her tits. I really knew that wasn’t going to happen. I had noticed that girls were interested in guys with nice cars. These guys were older and I didn’t even have a drivers license. I thought I would have to find a GF that was younger. My best friend had an older sister who had her own car, her own friends and acted like we didn’t exist. She had dated quite a few guys most of whom were older than me. We got along ok and I fantasized about her but that was as far as it went. I’m sure she saw me as a kid.. Still Jorge would not be intimidated.Until that terrible night that forced him to flee for his life. He and his sister were talking with their mother in her tiny wood and thatch house. Suddenly an object came flying through the open front window of the house. The impact of the explosion from the firebomb threw Jorge through the half-open back door of the house. He was knocked unconscious for a few minutes from the force of the blast and from hitting the ground hard after flying out of the. Maybe she had a lover. It was possible as she was working in a charity shop so had started meeting people again. I tried talking but couldn’t get through. We were fine as far as the day to day stuff was concerned, but the real close bond was missing. I needed a friend, a woman, someone to share things with such as closeness, conversation, warmth and intimacy. I wanted someone that I could give pleasure to and enjoy their happiness but my wife was somewhere else. After a lot of soul searching,.