I still don’t understand why I am next of kin. All we are is friends.’ Her eyes remained misted with the unshed tears. The doctor pushed back from...his desk and stood up. He moved gracefully to the other side of the office and picked up a different file folder from the table in front of the glass wall overlooking the park behind the hospital. ‘That is simple, at least it was for us. However from the look on your face this paperwork might come as something of a shook to you.’ He smiled, his first. Her fingers slid between her swollen lips before locating her clit which was demanding her attention. She smiled, knowing her visitor's penis was hard by now and being stroked like in a Billy Squier song of yore. Just once she wanted to watch him play with himself in bright sunlight but his fair skin probably burned easily. Opening her legs wider and pulling the silk aside, she plunged two fingers deep inside. The urgent moans outside harmonized with hers. She only hoped her parents didn't hear. "Cindy didn't respond. She sat there, sipping her coffee, thinking I suppose."Can I ask you a personal question, Cindy?" Sure." If you were in my place ... you know ... making a lot of money ... would you tell Al?" Fuck, Jake. What kind of a question is that?" Yeah. Sorry. Maybe I should have turned it around. If Al made a bunch of money, would he tell you?" That isn't any better! Besides, don't you think that doesn't go through my mind every month. We live on Al's commissions. We live month to. It was just a nice feeling in the doing and the watching. I did notice her bottom cheeks flexing slightly and her hips occasionally press down to the floor, but thought nothing of it. We carried on in silence until the soaps finished and Mum simply got up and asked me to make another cup of tea as she prepared to make Dad's dinner. When Dad came home it was back to normal, they sat watching a film and I just got on with chatting on Facebook and I thought nothing more of it.The following night.