“Panna?” A male voice with a slight accent.Dora swung round sharply. “Apu? Múmia!” Her father and she faced each other in silence for a momen....“Bébi lány, drágám.” Her father cleared his throat. “Panna ... I ... I’m sorry.”There was an eternal pause, then Dora was clinging to her father and they were both crying as Zsófia, my parents and I ... and Emma ... watched.“Dada.” Emma was leaning forward and making my neck ache. I lifted her down. “Dada, why Mummy crying?”I squatted. “Sometimes when. She looked at me and left slowly, i ran after her, so did she. And she stopped lean against a wall hiding her face. I stood infront of her, my both hands on wall in both sides but i didnt touch her. I stood sometime then went back to watch tv. I started having small talks from then and often we did the same, but i never touched her.Soon enough the same happened, this time she hide her face but instead of back at wall, she was facing the wall. This is what i was waiting for, see her bubble butts. He sat down. His eyes were a grayish blue and I was intoxicated by their gaze. He spoke softly, "I'm sorry miss, is this seat taken?", such a sly man, yet charming. I shook my head no and so he sat down."I couldn't help but notice you were sitting here all alone. Such a beautiful girl shouldn't have to waste her day alone." I smiled."You are right. I did get stood up and I do enjoy the company." He smiled at me."Would you like to join me in my suite upstairs? The coffee is much better up. It was from that point onwards that I started to look at my mother in law differently. Here was Fiona in her sexual prime and not sexually active in the last three years since she was thirty four.I started to hang around the house a little more instead of just going out to the pub every night myself just so that I could spend a little more time in Fiona's company. When she was out I took a little peek through her underwear draw and was pleasantly surprised to see that she had an abundance of.