I followed him around to the hallway where the viewing booths were, and it got very dark, so dark I got nervous because I could see absolutely nothing... I heard him say "here",and felt his hand tough my arm, and he led me to one of the booths, opening it so we could see it was empty. There was a gloryhole in it , so he checked,and since the other booth was empty, he went in one and I went in the other. Now, I could HEAR there were other guys nearby, but aside from one guy I saw in the hallway. My body stiffened as I climaxed within minutes. Oh! That was what the doctor ordered! Cal was still snoring, at least I didnt wake him. He never knew I masturbated, never mind doing it right after he fucked me. It would probably shatter his male ego forever if he found out. We got up early the next morning in hopes of meting with Pierre before he left for the convention hall. We were in luck. They say timing is everything. Pierre was just sitting down at a table with a cup of coffee and we. Bob and I cried and went to see Dad.When he heard the story he had tears in his eyes. It was the first time we ever saw our Dad cry. He told us that Marsha was too strong-willed a woman to take her own life. He said someday the truth would come out.After Mom's funeral we hardly ever saw our grandparents on Mom's side. For some reason they blamed Dad for Mom's death.It was now three years later and Dad was up for early parole. Grandpa was there to let the Parole Board know Dad still had his job. My first instinct was to remain hidden in between the sculptures and statues of the gods and goddesses. I watched as he adjusted a VR headset over his eyes, and turned around, perhaps admiring the statues. I wondered why he had come to this temple which hadn't housed a religious worship in years.Something about him drove me out of my hiding place, and I moved stealthily towards him, my eyes focused on the beautiful shape of his ass beneath the denim pants he wore. He was yet to notice me, but I.