I wonder if he's still thinking about last night? Does he want to do it again? I know I kinda do. It felt so good and natural. It was more than just a...freak incident. As the day went on and Helen disappeared to a book club and Drew took off with his friends. I realized it was just Dad and me home. I wanted to talk to him even though we both agreed we could never do that again. I just knew he had to feel something just by the way he's been watching me. Slipping into a bikini I figured I'd find. ”“It is definitely impressive,” Debbie said.Looking down at the building, Oscar said, “I think it is amazing what people can accomplish when motivated by a greater power. When we get to Egypt, we’ll go to some of the minor pyramids.”“They were built by slaves,” Georgia said.“No, they weren’t. They were built by skilled craftsmen who worked in the employ of the Pharaohs,” Debbie said. She had watched a special on the pyramids while in Israel and had found the topic fascinating.Oscar looked down. Carrie and I hid in another bedroom. The bathroom where he was showering was down the hall from their bedroom. We heard the shower and stood by the crack of the door watching for him. We could see my wife across the hall nervously waiting on the bed. It took him about 5 minutes which seemed for ever for him to come out. When he came out he had shorts and a t shirt on he walked down the hall and turned into the bedroom. He stopped and said what the hell? My wife just layed there and. He pressed the button with his finger and out jumped my ticket. I took it and walked into the darkness of the theater my heart pounding and my breath coming like I been in a race. Thinking about what he meant with his mouth was sending electrical waves from my stomach to my balls. My cock was like a rod in my pants.The lobby was dark and smelled of disinfectant. There was a concession booth where the guy I now knew was the owner was standing. He was in his late 40's maybe early 50's nicely.