Mum had hidden her face into my shoulders and so I put my arm around mum's shoulder, starting to caress her hair and her neck. Mum started to lay more...into my arm allowing me to rest my head against her, and we were both getting comfortable when the power went out. We sat there for what seemed like half an hour while I stroked her hair and neck. Mum didn't move and then her arm went around my waist, brushing against my hard on. She bolted out of the seat and stammered about getting to bed. My tough-guy husband will blather like a fourteen-year-old boy caught masturbating when I give him the upset-mother look. Twenty years a sailor; he’s full of salt for everyone but me.People who know him, love him. Women, especially. I’ve made my peace with his recent “peccadilloes” as I like to call them. Yeah, he does stick his dick in other women now that he’s sixty-six but he never sticks his dick more than once in the same woman. You may think “What’s the difference if it’s a different. Along with Daddy and, occasionally, Bulldog Bannerman. Richie less often, he’s sort of meandered out of our day to day lives. And Phillip Montgomery had moved to New York. So I made a special effort to keep Walker in touch with Bear.Pilar isn’t quite sure what to make of my large pal. She knows he’s gay and is a little puzzled at our closeness. I didn’t tell her I don’t have to be fucking a guy to love him. She’ll probably figure that out for herself one of these days.Then a shock wave swept. I also have ADHD and the training gave me a focus. I had something I could focus my anger on. Every time one of the instructors would get in my face for something, usually petty, I'd just say to myself, "Fuck you asshole. You're not going to make me quit!" It's ok though it was their job.I didn't quit.Now back to the new house.It was everything we'd dreamed of. Big bedrooms, big bathrooms, the gym, the pool with the roll away roof, the numerous Jacuzzi's scattered around. I'd had one installed.