“Honey? Do you think that will work for you?”There wasn’t really much blood perfusing my brain, as it seemed to have all gathered in my pulsing ...illar of lust. My daughter had selected this moment to begin, again, to rub her firm ass along my length, not facilitating rational thought. Face it: when presented with the prospect of hot sex with a firm, shapely, enthusiastic young woman, well, which man among us doesn’t get in touch with his inner dog? Season that with permission from my wife to. I smiled a little as I saw her throw a quick glance at Tom. We wrapped up the chat agreeing that it will be a good thing to share the apartment and set a date to move in. Next time I saw her was the date we moved in. She was no longer throwing quick glances at him. They were sharing accomplice’s glances at each other. I’m sure they had already made their move and were sharing a relationship deeper than aunt and nephew. I was happy for them but felt a little left out. **Two years later** One. "Give me the camera and I'll take your picture," Grandma said, trying tohide her over weight form. Grandma was always seen in a striped blouse,slacks, knee-his and open toe sandals, grandpa and uncles in either gray orblue suits with ties and his mom in a black dress and pumps with suntanhose. It was the fiirst time Paula had seen her mother in nylons all year. Paula hadn't gone to church since she had gone public, but hergrandparents wanted her to go. As Paula sat there and listened to. Jill spent even more time shadowing me, and time passed.A year later they hit a financial snag. Lynne mentioned it in the same casual way she might have said that there were two weeks left before apples would blossom. We knew each other pretty well by then. In many ways I knew both Lynne and Jill better, and was closer to them than I had been to Vicky, and it bothered me sometimes. I had loved Vicky, and what I felt for both Lynne and Jill was very different than what I'd felt for Vicky, but.