Suzanne looked frustrated at my inability to supply meaningful information. She turned to Mr. Oldham. "Should we take wine, John?"As I listened to the... discuss the question to take wine or not to take wine, I wondered who blew this out of proportion. Had Kelley misconstrued my wanting us to go upstairs to her room after dinner? Had Mrs. Harvey read more into a playful hickey on her daughter's ass than I intended it to be? Had mother and daughter consulted Mr. Harvey as to the meaning of my. I dried myself and got into bed and was starting to drift off, I was woken by noise and got out of bed to see what it was, its at times like this I wish my husband was home more often, I came out of my room onto the landing and looking down the hall couldn't here it anymore, so I thought it was just me dreaming and turned to go back to bed, then I heard it again a kind of muffled groan" what is that noise I thought" I walked towards the stairs passing Morgan's room which the door was shut, then. Across her tummy and towards her sweet spot. My courage was growing with every passing second as she didn't stir and soon I met her own hand gently rubbing her crotch, my fingers replacing her's as I felt just how wet that she was. Her pajamas were soaked through as my fingers started to tease and rub her pussy through the material, I could contain myself no more and raised my hand to her waistband, slowly letting my fingers run under it to feel the coarse hair underneath. My fingers delved. "The confessional screen is up. Confess your sins and do your penance like a man. Well, like my daughter anyway."Catherine still hesitated."Tell all," Elizabeth prompted, "If you leave bits out, I shall do my own interpolation based on worst case assumptions."Catherine reached out to hold hands. "Thanks Mum. It's just that I feel such an idiot. And I didn't slept at all last night. I feel lousy."She drew in breath. "Well. I've being seeing a - man."She tested the word and seemed to feel right..