We both fell clumsily to the floor, and as I tried to regain the breath that she knocked out of me, I hissingly apologised for not watching my steps. ...��Oh, please don’t. It was all me. I’m such an air-head sometimes,’ came the soft reply. She had the leanest and smoothest voice I had ever heard. As a matter of fact, it was for the better that I almost got run over by her. I was completely going in the wrong direction. My sense of location wasn’t the best to begin with, and with three straight. It began at ourbeginning and lead to us sitting where we were. She then said that shereally loved having me in her life, I said the same. She admitted to methat she had felt a sexual attraction since we met but didn't want toscrew things up. She also said she never knew where it could go givenher past. I took her hand and looked in her eyes and said that since wefirst met she had changed my life too. I was thankful to there for herwhen she needed me and that I didn't want to mess things up. She was a shy young thing from the reports I heard. Her fear of men was to be expected after the poor treatment by her father. There was a young fellow who came through town every so often, he was a traveling salesman. It took almost a year for him to get Momma’s attention. It took even longer to get her to accompany him on a date. I heard they went to a movie, no one remembers which one. Afterward they went to the lake to watch the sub races. He managed to get into her panties that night. The. They looked like a fun and healthy and attractive couple. I was intrigued....and well, to be honest, being a bisexual guy; I excitedly jumped at the opportunity. We set an evening to meet.I arrived at their house and was greeted by the husband at the door; he introduced himself as Rick, and strongly shook my hand. He was an attractive white male that looked early 40's. He was a little taller than me and seemed fairly muscularly built. His chest and biceps were clearly defined under his white.