..The words hang there, echo through to the nameless place inside that you've always been able to reach. Where I hurt the most. Your presence will kee... humming through me.Your locks almost tickle my face with their silken softness as I breathe the scent in. That's why jasmine, gardenias, and violets remind me of you. That, and rain in autumn. The subtle sweetness of wet leaves scattered over the damp earth. Dusk and storms. Summer heat lighting, blinding and beautiful. All things nocturnal.. I was dissapointed I expected something to happen now. I had a raging hard on that I decided to hide from my Aunt my rolling over and going to sleep. I had not been asleep for long when I felt her hand rubbing my dick. She had snuck her had into my long under and was gently massaging my hard on. I had thought I would know what to do but I was frozen. The only thing I could hear was our heavy breathing . She was now rubbing her pussy on my leg and I was thinking that I would come any minute when. I was hoping that being back in Perth might normalize things.We had a large welcoming committee when we arrived: four parents plus both Al and Sarah. After the hellos, sorted ourselves into two groups: the fathers and the sibs in one vehicle; we and the mothers in the other. They headed "home," we headed for the B&B. I sat in front with Weena, Rachel sat in the rear with Michiko."Want to tell me something?" I shook my head 'no.' Mum always knew me best. She could sense the disquiet. I could. There's too much to sift through all at once. Inotice my wedding band, and it brings a memory to the fore. Husband, Ithink: David. Father of Sophie, George and Grace.Images of them - and feelings for them - threaten to overwhelm me.Slow down, I think. And don't forget Vicky and Malcolm!I try to concentrate on my surroundings instead of thinking about my lovedones. It seems safer.It's the same house, but everything is different. Our dining room hasbecome some kind of home cinema, with a huge TV.