"You don't mean..." he started and I interrupted him with a steely glare."Ray." I said firmly, my eyes unwavering and firmly warning him to be careful...what he said."What?" asked Donna innocently, looking at both Ray and me in turn."You are joking, aren't you?" He asked. "You are joking? Please tell me you are joking." I didn't say anything!" I stammered in a response. "And neither will you."Ray thought for a split-second and tilted his head, eyebrows raised. "Well that explains, quite a lot!". This made my cock harden and I dropped my hands to cover my obvious arousal. “It is just a little stiff,” I said and then realized that more than my back was stiff and I did not want her to see the tent in my pants.‘You need to get a nice hot shower and then I will give you a back rub to ease that stiffness.” Linda said as she left me standing in front of the door to the guest room. “When you get done in the shower call me,” She said and walked down the hall towards the master bedroom. Linda. I did.I still had thoughts that I may want to really do something a little moreadventurous than lipstick lessons. (I did eventually earn an A)After the funeral I followed my wife's wishes to let my hair grow longonce again. For years I had worn my hair very short and easy to care for.A few months before my wife died she asked me to grow my hair into alonger style. I think she was thinking of how I looked in our youngerdays. So by the time came to fly to Paris my hair was fashionably. After 10 years of this abuse I remember my dad finally dieing. I guess all the beer finally took it's toll. My mom went into a horrible breakdown after that day. She closed herself off from the world and trapped herself off into a horrible corner of her mind. The spots below her face became darker and darker as the wrinkles took it's toll all over her skin. You would think by my mother's looks that she was at least in her 60's or 70's; however the truth was that she was only 30. She was fired.