We can chat around things as they arise, I’ll feedback where appropriate and generally we can get a good grasp of the situation by the end of the se...sion. I’ll make recommendations at the end for a plan of action we can follow, which again will be amended as the sessions progress. Sound fair?’ Karen was disarmed by his friendly, confident and straightforward manner and she smiled with relief. She had only just met him, of course, but she really felt this man could get to the root of the problem. “I think he left with someone else.”I blinked at that. “Who?”She shook her head. “I don’t know, but why else would he leave Mom?”I tried to think about Mom and Dad together, but nothing wrong jumped out at me. Of course, I had had ideas about them long before anything like this reached me. None of my ideas had anything to do with adultery, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t possible. Then I remembered a detail that might have influenced some of the ideas everyone had about Dad. “And did you come up. Handing her the glass,she said to me,"Last week,I was in the market just thinking about him and my panties got all wet."Stop here.Dear reader,my sister is the type of person who is not afraid to express herself and she was not going to stop now.I almost dropped my glass as I choked on the soda.She giggled and said,"Ohh,David.Did I startle you?"Looking at her with a grin and a embaressed look,I said,"Oh,no!Not you!By all means no!"She giggled again as we went back to the couch and she said. I knew what "could happen" or what "would happen" if anyone, regardless of who they were, found out the shit that was going on. Fuck, even being in the same locker room as a hockey player was a death march. End of life. Pretty much that's it. And all gone.I still didn't want to stop.This fucking girl was so goddamn cute. Perky little nipples. Beautiful fucking boobs. Still wearing those goddamn peach colored panties. Her hockey equipment laying all over the floor. And all of my ref shit laying.