I silently sighed relief. "Thought you'd be at work," he said. "Actually had the day off," I responded. "Do some shopping?" He asked. I looked at my b...g and gave him a smile for some weird reason. "Had to get some new golf shirts for work." It made sense as I worked in an office and dressed business casual. "Well I'm finished with the sink, so I'll get out of your way," he said. "Thanks."He left and now I had time to enjoy my afternoon. Really enjoy it. I stripped and took the bath bomb out and. Along the way all I could do was stare at her young ass cheeks while she walked and instantly gave me a hard on. I couldn't wait to fuck her again. We both sat on the bed and started to make out. Becky was rubbing my pants around my crotch, soon after unzipped and pulled out my cock and started stroking. I lifted up her shirt and threw it on the floor exposing those lovely c cup tits with large areolas that were quite wide apart from each other. Becky stopped and asked me "let's masterbate. He gave up knocking. It felt strange to knock on his own bedroom door. Dana even asked him not to do it. The knock made the distance between them seem ever so formal.Dana was awake and getting dressed. Her movements were hurried. She was probably running late at getting the kids ready for school."Hi," she said."Hi," he answered back with a smile.After 2 meetings with Mike and almost 2 weeks of daily anger sessions, even Ray had trouble staying angry all the time. The sessions now had boiled. The funeral was that Thursday, and I was very disturbed by how distant Jennifer was trying to become with me. She felt guilty for disobeying her mother's wishes, and that day of all days she felt she had to follow them. I can't tell you how... confused I felt. No. Not confused. Just... Unhappy. Unhappy with a capital U. And Miserable with a capital M. And after the final words were said at the gravesite, Jennifer left with her family without looking at me or acknowledging that I was even.