"No, of course you're not, Lydia. Here, sit down in this chair over here," Paul said, putting one arm behind her back and the other hand on her boob a...d guiding her to a sitting position in her chair."Paul! Don't you DARE grab my breast like that!" she chastised the young man as she sat."Or you'll do what, Lydia?"She just stared back at him, trying to come up with something to say.Paul reached for Lydia's boob and began squeezing it through the fishnet. "I said, or you'll do what, Lydia?". He was an impressive specimen, 6’ tall about 190lbs and in superb condition. He was a fairly nice mix of my wife’s Italian features and my own African American features. He didn’t have my size, but he was well put together. If we were talking a straight physical confrontation he wouldn’t stand a chance as I was 5 inches taller than he and outweighed him by 60lbs, and it wasn’t 60lbs of fat.Jesse has been studying martial arts since he was old enough to walk, and that may have been where he. I must be going crazy when I could not tell what was a part of my dream and what was real life! Dammit, maybe I did need a psychiatrist after all, despite my fear of the looney bin.My brother Jimmy was quite a bit less flighty than Mom, so maybe he was the one I should talk to. I don’t know why I was so reluctant to talk to my father, but I was avoiding him, and I knew it. Maybe it was because he was the hardheaded businessman-type who would say, “If you have a problem, bring in the expert.”. Beyond that is like screwing around my own girls age and I'm not into that at all.So this time she was about 10 years older, nice looking with medium size breast and wide hips. She gave me her address after talking a few times on the phone and sharing pictures on messenger. She asked for a cock picture so i sent one as I sat typing her a message. She wrote back wanted to see it hard. Honestly I should have known that duh.So the day came for a meeting, she was only a few miles away so off I.