She never remarried knowing her husband had really not been killed in an accident and may still be alive. Certainly his case worker would let them kno... if something had happened.After the funeral they went to David and Michelle’s house. Michelle said quietly, “Talk time.” they now all used that phrase when they wanted to have a very serious discussion. She wanted to bring up the subject of her dad. It was the secret that she had carried for over 20 years. She missed her dad and was worried. My feet were about shoulder width apart and as they got themselves organised they kept looking up my legs to my pussy. I could tell that because I was up on my elbows watching them.When they lay down both were of their fronts on their elbows. I smiled at them then lay back myself.After a couple of minutes I remembered that I was going to put some sunblock on so I got to my feet and got it out of my backpack. Then I started putting it on my back. Obviously I wasn’t finding this easy and before I. Hey, even Eagle-eye will be praying. You can bet on it." You're the best, No. You always were."We were silent for a while. I could hear him sniffling."Listen," I said. "You're going to have to keep up a strong front for them." I know." But you don't have to man up for me. You want to call again, you got the number. Day or night. I'll ah... tell you bad jokes or something." Fuck no."I smiled."I'm really sorry about the news." Talking to you helped." I'm glad you called."We stayed on the phone a. Oh. With me. Oh. I... But... His hand is on my crotch and I'm hard - was hard before he touched me. Was hard when he sat down to talk to me. I'd wondered. For the longest time. I'd wondered. I tried dating girls. I kissed a few. I just... it just doesn't work. After a certain age, I watched men more. And then, more subtly, I heard my parents talking late at night. After they saw me checking out a man. Fighting. Arguing. Wondering if I was gay. I am. I want him. This man that smells faintly of.