Still at It
My oldest so far is my wife, who's 50, and she's the only one I've been with since we met at 20. But, when I was 15 my mom had a party, and one of her nurse friends who was 32 had been to an Andy Gibb concert and seemed interested in younger boys. I helped her get her bag from her car when it was clear she had drank too much, we made out a bit out there, then stripped each other on the living room floor -- even with some other "too drunk to drive" people passed out in the same room. She didn't want my mom to know, so she kept saying for me to come visit her at her place in the city, where she had two gay roommates who wouldn't care what we were doing. She said we could just stay in bed all day. Unfortunately, being 15 and living with my dad, I couldn't just disappear for a day without an excuse, and it never happened. Oh well, the visual memories are still vivid in my mind.
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