Maybe the day wasn't going to be so bad after all.Pete pulled off his boots on the back porch before opening the door into the mudroom. After cleaning...the muck off them he placed them neatly in their place in the corner. It was good to get the heavy things off. Padding barefoot into the bright yellow kitchen with its oak finished cupboards he was surprised Susan wasn't there. It was after 10:15 and late in the morning for her not to have her housework done. Usually he'd expect to find her. It was not my intention. I just wanted to touch his arm for reassurance. I drifted back off to sleep.I awoke again a little while later. This time it wasn't from the storm. Dad had placed his hand on my hip. I didn't think anything about it at first other than he must have rolled onto his side. But then I felt him pull me back into him. I was shocked to feel his cock rub against my asscheeks."Dad?" I whispered. I tried to turn my head to see if he was awake and then I heard him mumble. The man returned a response some ten hours later.Thank you for considering me, wrote the man. My name is Ed. My wife died two years ago after a lengthy illness. I haves not been with a woman since, nor about a year before she died. My wife is the only woman I had ever been with and the only woman I will ever love. Your wife is so beautiful and I hads to write even though she is normally out of my league.Frank replied, "Can you send a nude pic?"The picture came two days later with the caption:. "Holy shit, I didn't see that coming," I said."But you'll see this though," Jeanette replied just before she kissed me.I didn't see that coming either, but on the other hand, she was really happy for us."Well thank you, my soon to be step daughter," I said."Your welcome. Will it be weird if I start calling you mom?" Jeanette asked."Yes," John replied as he came back in the room.Then we all sat down and he poured some wine for himself and Jeanette. I just had some water to drink."Well, I wanna.