My girlfriend kept hers on and we slowly walked back towards the hotel. As we got to the top of the slope, I saw the old woman start up from the bott...m. I opened the gate and we went inside. I told my girlfriend that I would wash off my feet under the shower, then go for a piss, so I'd see her back at the sun loungers in a few minutes.I started rinsing my feet then hung around messing about under the shower, with my back to the gate, waiting for her to appear. After a minute or so, I heard. “Aren’t you and Mom gonna be sleeping in there though?” She responded. “Yes but there isn’t anywhere else for you to sleep unless you want to sleep on the couch and you can ask your Mom but I wouldn’t recommend it.” I said laughing. “Okay?” came Lexi’s reply. “Are you two done cleaning up supper?” I asked her. “Ya, Mom is finishing up so I’m gonna jump in the shower and get cleaned up.” Lexi said. “Cool, oh and by the way there are razors in the cabinet in there if you need them. Wham, bam, thank you, man. (I know that usually ends in “ma'am” but I've never thought of myself as a “ma'am.”)Of course, since I didn't often have much opportunity for any other type of sexual activity, I was happy to oblige. Since my wife's hysterectomy (which caused her to lose all interest in sex) I don't have many outlets. Since I've been bisexual for a long time (my first male-to-male contact occurred when I was 21—I'm 68 now), my attention gradually drifted toward men. I don't cruise gay. ”“I know this is not what you wanted to do, but I do appreciate it and I owe you.”“No, Paul, I still owe you. My family owes you. My kid is going to college and my family will not have to take out a second mortgage to do it. If you need me, you call me. Isn’t that what you always tell the families?”“Yeah.” We shook hands and I walked to my car.Just after my seat belt clicked, my phone beeped. It was the video. I drove home on auto pilot. When I got home, Lynn was not there and Erin had already.