Even me, the now ex-prude, knew the basics long before her age!" Megan said."If that's the case, then I doubt her parents have told her anything about...sex or guys or such... you might want to go talk with her sometime." I said."Ok, I think I better." Megan replied. "Now, don't you have something you're supposed to do, my love?" Gladly," I replied, giving her another quick kiss.Megan"Well, you like?" I asked Mike... while I was admiring my naked form in the mirror."Definately... good enough to. "Anyway, back to the conversation with my wife, Regi"If Jasmine will be so disappointed give her a quickie and then come home," Said my dear wife."I assume you'll be fucking Jimmy or whatever his name is." I retorted."No dear. You know how Josh (our seventeen years old son) gets when he sees you fucking his sister. I'll stay home and take care of Josh." Oh good!" I exclaimed. "The whole family fucking together without waiting for the weekend. This is really going to be a fun night. OK, dear.. "So, how do you feel about the tournament," I asked as subtly as I could on our drive back to Portland.She turned to me. Looked at me for a few moments, shrugged, then turned back to gazing out the windshield.I was about to rephrase the question when it dawned on me she was lost in thought.It took her a few minutes before she said anything."Did you mean it?" Did I mean what?" I asked, not knowing what she was referring to."About being with me for a lifetime. You said that, you know, back in. She told she was ok, needed to visit the clinic nearby in evening to redress the wound. I told her to take care and hung up.Later in the day, she sent me a thanksgiving message in WhatsApp. I replied that it was my humanitarian duty to help her since she was the victim of my partial carelessness. She told it was her mistake, not mine. Then she asked more about me, my family, work and all. She too exchanged her details. Her name was Rekha, 32 years old, married with a 4 year old son. She and her.