But I could do without the hassle, I thought, and sort of veered away into a short cut, down by the cathedral.Actually, it was quite a nice walk on a ...ice evening ... the minster itself imposing and gothic under its floodlighting, the lane pleasantly bordered by hedges on both sides, the houses opposite the church set far back behind long gardens. I thought I should do this more often - enjoying the birds and what I thought was a bat fluttering by - cut through an almost rural spot in the. I pretended to be very normal and of course I did succeed in that. Post lunch, around 2.30 she was talking about some political topic as we were watching news. I was partially concentrating on her and the news with the other half thinking over the issue again and again.All of a sudden in midst of the political discussion, she asked me, “Do you feel bad about me?” I was like … “WHAT? What happened mom?” – In fact I was over tensed and loud with this question. I couldn’t behave normal since I was. One night she was planing on going but her friend had something come up and couldn't go, well she wasn't gonna go by herself so she asked one of her sisters if they would like to go. Wasn't really her thing but said she would go so fran didn't have to go alone. Fran was 45, her sister 43. Fran is 5-6, about 165, her sister, 5-5, 160It was about 11:30pm when they both came thru the door, seems they had to much to drink and her sister couldn't drive herself home and Fran asked if she could sleep. Joe watched the girls and noticed they seemed to be acting a bit different, almost flirty. And to top it off, as they talked and occasionally reached up to adjust the towel on their heads, their robes would open a bit, almost revealing their breasts. But they would reach down in time to close it. Susan's did it again and as Joe's eyes darted to the opening, he finally caught a glimpse of her perky milky white breast and bright red nipple. She closed her robe but not before she caught Joes eye,.