We sat in the kitchen and talked. Soon her daughter came in smiling with her wet hair. A few minutes later my son came in…wet hair. Lynn whispered: ...“Look as his wet hair Julie!….do you think they took a shower together???”) Her daughter had to go somewhere and my son walked her to her car. He leaned his elbows on her window sill, as they talked, and we watched. He looked around and gave her a long hot kiss. We giggled and wondered what was going to become of this. We talked quietly. “Julie, if. I got up off the floor not understanding what was happening. I followed her into her room and she sat on her bed. She was wearing a white bathrobe that came down to her knees when she sat.Come sit next to me", she said.I walked over and sat next to her on her bed."We need to talk about what happened tonight. Why were you in my bathroom, wearing my own underwear and masturbating in them?"It was too late to make up a lie so I decided to tell her the truth not matter how embarrassed it would make. " Something you shouldn't be doing." Like what?" Do you always ask so many questions?" Yes, Mum says..."I stopped, tears starting in my eyes, Mum didn't say anything anymore."Look, Mark, don't stop thinking about your mum and dad, they are rightthere in your head all the time. You need to have time to get over themnot being with you anymore, but don't ever forget the nice times. Thepain will go, honey, I promise."She came over and gave me a hug."Mandy." Yes sweetheart." What am I called?". It was about 9:30 p.m., on a moonless dark night. My wife and I were visiting from out of town and the gathering was in celebration of our visit.I left her daughter's home, i.e., my sister-in-law's daughter, with a nice wine buzz, resuming my passenger side second seat just as on the ride over. Then my wife sat beside me and we mutually left a thigh air gap that was of a piece with our decade of sexless marriage that brought us to the eve of 45 years. But now it was her sister, Pamela who.