She remained silent for a moment and listened…she could barely make out the sound of water running. “Well duh…lights don’t affect the water l...nes, I guess.” Realizing her stepson was in the shower, she decided to make her way upstairs in the old farm house to see if she could get him to tell her where the flashlights were all at. Luckily a window at the top of the staircase was passing enough light for her to see…at least well enough she didn’t kill herself climbing to the top. In the quiet. I was twenty-five, alone, and a little sour.My wife, on the other hand, was a victim of a drive-by boyfriend in college, one who helped himself to her virginity with pledges of undying love, and then broken it off, cleanly, so as to cause the least pain.Oh, right.Anyway, fate placed us together in a common small city, working with common friends; their associations with us led them to play mass-matchmaker.We danced around one another at first, as will all new acquaintances, revealing bits and. While never touching in a sexual manner or trying to fuck, there have been several occasions when I ended up very hard and excited and even a couple where I secretly shot my load (sort of secretly anyway! ;)). Her place was at an exclusive downtown building with a fantastic view of the local mountains. After several hours (playing with myself a bit along the way in anticipation) I arrived at Sissy's place. She answered the door in a short pair of Daisy Duke cutoffs and a little tiedye tanktop. It seemed like as soon as Sam finished serving one round of drinks, they would send him for another.Mike told me Sam was very lucky to have such a beautiful wife as me, and asked if I dressed this way all the time. I told them it was only for special occasions. When they asked me what the occasion was, I told them about our plans to finally have a baby, and about how we hoped to get started that night.The talk became more sexual after that. They asked me questions about my sexual experiences,.