"No, Mom. I meant this part," holding up the pouch. "Does his package fill up this part pretty well?" Package?"Thinking that no adult woman could be t...at sheltered, Carol barely suppressed her irritation. "Mom, I mean are his penis and testicles good sized?" Carol!! How can you ask such a thing about your father!!? That's... that's... !"Deciding some serious discussion was needed, Carol led a very upset Jeanine to the kitchen table where she poured them each a cup of coffee, then sat across. I'm kind of a huge lesbian when it comes to appearance. It's pretty obvious I'm queer, with my dark hair trimmed extremely short around the back and sides and slightly longer on top. It's the stereotyped lesbian look which speaks for me, as opposed to me having to open my mouth and say it. It's not quite a punk rock look, not quite the stereotyped classic conservative men's hairstyle either. I also happen to comfortably wear clothes designed and sold with men in mind. Generally, because I'm so. I'm forty-two. He's fifty. Or will be next month. So, yes, he was a problem. Works too hard, plays too little, getting around to heart attack time. But he's cheerful, and fun, and he still says I'm beautiful. I love him."Dear old Martha," he said, smiling that "I care about you" smile he has. I know that one, just as I know all the others. That one is the best, I think. "I wish I could kiss it and make it better." You could," I said. I smiled again.So he did. It wasn't time, yet, for the. Little did I know that not only would I get to meet and fuck her, but she would become my best friend, best lover I had ever had, but in a couple of years, she would become my wife. This is an introduction of my wife and I, and how we ended up in the swing lifestyle.I had no idea that the roomate would end up writing her friend and asking if I could add her to my friends list until a couple days had passed when she told me to add the friend. By that point, I had forgotten who she was talking.