This ‘second’ was hot, juicy, slippery, but not ‘sloppy’ at all.I thanked them, saying, “This has been a marvelous evening. Karen, you took ...e places I’ve never been before. Izaak, you are a lucky man to have such a fine lady. You two are quite a pair.”I kissed her and left the room. I gently closed their door behind me.I found my clothes just where wife Karen had folded them. While dressing, I looked at the fifty-five-inch screen above the couch.I watched Izaak and Karen live, in person. They. Without love drawing two individuals together, at least one parent would be a bully, or a non-genderspecific slut. Lust isn't love, but it is in the equation, motivation for resource expenditure. These traits are superficial learned behaviours, which have been successful to some degree or other since the first monkey started walking on her hind limbs, to keep one hand free to hold her infant, with love. Sex is just another resource to be aquired, without love, or a tool to use to gather. Next I had to try on one of the bright red Burqa's. These were all made of the really soft satin or silk or maybe even some synthetic alternative. The single all encompassing garment was heavy but slipped easily over my head and fell down to my ankles, leaving no evidence that there was a male wearing this tent at all. For all intensive purposes, I could be a Middle Eastern Female, wearing a traditional (even if was bright red) Burqa. I paced my hotel room, trying to work out what it would. The age difference wasn’t really all that much. We were only fourteen months apart. I had been fifteen for about a month and Angeline would turn fourteen in another month.Anyway we shared a bathroom that was between our bedrooms. We each had a door but dad had never seen the need to install any locks. Angeline would almost always come in when I was peeing and watch me. I knew full well that she heard the splashing in the toilet. It used to bother me but eventually I could still pee with her.