I had all I could do to keep my composure. I shifted my body slightly in "my sleep" to cover up the sensations I was having. I could tell by the movem...nts of his face and hand on my feet that he was masturbating! We were never super religious as a family, but we were always socially proper and morally responsible. However, sometimes conditions in ones life cause ones physical and emotional needs to control ones moral judgement. Which is why, in my present frame of mind, I am not appalled by my. Since we have a fairly large yard, a couple of years ago pop bought a ride around mower and I don’t mind mowing the lawn.I had my cell phone in my shirt pocket and about halfway through mowing I felt it vibrate. Pulling over in the shade of one of the trees, I shut off the motor and pulled out my phone. It was a text from Mandy. “Last night wonderful Miss U cannot sneak 2 night, 2 morrow?” I was so pleased to see she still wanted to continue to see me. When she walked me to my bicycle, she had. The girls are shouting and passing around several bottles of Scotch, celebrating the basketball team's big win earlier."Girls!" yells Ms. Samson from the driver's seat. "You're getting too loud! If you're going to raise this much of a ruckus, then at least pass me one of those bottles!"The girls whoop at the top of their lungs and hand their coach a bottle. Ms. Samson is barely out of college and still thinks of herself as a cheerleader. She still looks like one too, with her long, blonde hair. I knew they had always been close, but what had I missed? She listened for a little while longer, nodding to herself, unconsciously crossing and uncrossing her legs, all the time smiling. Actually she was glowing. I would have loved to be able to hear what he was saying."Wonderful, we will see you then. Yes... I... we... are looking forward to seeing you soon." James, it's your uncle James." She handed me the phone, still beaming, with a kind of far away look in her eyes. We chatted for a few.