Erika and Ben had left it unconsummated. With sixteen-year-old Christine, her passion – while as strong and genuine as Erika’s – was then only h...lf-known by herself.Now, twenty-five years later, as mature married women, the sisters and Ben had met again. Their sexual desire for Ben arose not from a wish for an opportunistic fuck, but for a sexual relation charged with the glow of long-time emotions. For Erika and Christine, it was not the porn scenario of sexually frustrated housewives. He'd seen a particularly sappy romantic card, thought that Claire would like it, and then remembered.Jen must have seen his face fall. She walked up, gently took the card from his hand, glanced at it, and then put it back."It can be hard being single for the holidays," she said, her sympathy clearly sincere. "I had a few rough Christmases before I met Will." She slid her arm around him in a gentle hug."Claire and I were together for five years," Dave said, the hollowness ringing in his own. Sally was already standing inside the storm-door, and probably would have been shedding her clothes were it not so damned cold. Anyway, I hurried after her, and we both started stripping off our clothes as fast as we could, even though we were also trying to hurry to her bedroom. It probably would have been funny to see if you did not have a personal interest in the outcome.This time, Sally stopped to pick up some towels. “I don’t want a fiasco like last time when we had to wash our panties. For catching ... no interrupting you, so I went back down and I made some noise and then I tried to get up the ladder quickly so I could see you again. It was not a nice or decent thing for a lady to do and I apologize for it. All I can do is asking you to forgive me.” She looked down at the milk pail. Her legs were still spread.“You saw me,” he said dully.“Yes,” she responded.“You saw ... all of it?” he asked miserably.“Yes,” she said again.“Oh I’m so ashamed,” he moaned.Her head came up..