I had helped plan a surprise reunion for him with several other cousins I wanted it all to come together smoothly and end up with him in my arms onc... again. It was planned that I was going to stay at his house during my visit this time. The day before the surprise party, unknown to me, he had planned on a day trip to visit some of his customers. This was to be an all day trip and he wanted me to travel with him. I had in my mind, beforehand, to stay at his home and finish with the. I got out of the shower and stared drying my self off and the towel rubbed over my clit which made me moan slightly, i dont masterbate much but i decided to sit down on the rug infront of the full body mirror. ive never noticed how soft this rug was before. i started by sliding my finger over my slit and started rubbing my clit. i began moaning in complete pleasure, after a bit i started sliding a finger in and out of my pussy and then added another, i started increasing the pace and without. But I was freeze; unable to move. As if moving my hand alone will make it a crime of inappropriate touching. If I relax my palm it would cup her boob. But I kept my palm as flat and stretched out as possible to disperse any illusion that I am cupping her. I realized that her right hand is again clinging on to my thighs and that her fingers are dangerously close to my groin area at the junction of my legs and pelvis. I started to sweat. Am I into sexual harassment? I tried to remember the. .. but mainly sorry for me. Not what all those helpful books on managing the grieving process would recommend, I'm sure, but that was what I did. Frankly, I wallowed. At least for a while.Then I pulled myself together a bit – I could imagine how a lot of my friends and colleagues would react to seeing me this way and the thought at least sufficed to get me up on my feet. Once vertical, however, I still couldn't really get myself interested in doing anything even marginally productive, so I sort.