If she was washing the dishes, I would come up behind her with my cock hanging out of my trousers and slightly brush up against her, making her feel m... cock. On the sofa, I would pretend to be asleep with a full hard on hanging out of my bottoms, for her to get a close up of my cock. She would sit in front of me, leaning back on the sofa and I would position myself perfectly so when I turned around. my cock would brush her shoulder, making her turn and look face to face with my cock. I must've. His road race moved closer and closer to me as I sat on the bed polishing my twenty-five year old son’s old toys. He’s been teaching in Taiwan for some time now and I miss him dearly, but I do relish our empty-nester lifestyle these days. On one careen across the bedspread Doug muttered, “Yee Haw!” as he jumped “General Lee” over and landed it down my left ankle. He swirled the little car up my shin, veered down the outside of my calf to my foot, then crossed over and zipped back up the. I even applied for a concealed carry permit. When it was granted I never actually used it, but it felt good knowing I could.I have no idea why I was suddenly so obsessed with self-defense, in all its different aspects. I had some fuzzy idea that I was trying to learn how to never be in that situation with someone like Sam again, where all I did was take it. He was bigger than me, stronger than me and I had no practical fighting experience. Never again, although to be honest, I was also smart. The years went by. I dated women but none of my relationships lasted very long. They just could not compare to that which I had once had.I put my desires for a relationship aside and instead I poured my energy into my studies. I graduated near the top of my class with an MBA. I went home to spend a month with my parents before heading out in pursuit of a career. Two weeks passed and then one day my Mom handed me a package."This came in the mail for you today Steve," she said.I went to my room.