I followed Fran into the house & thru to her bedroom, all the time I was looking at her arse wobble as she walked in front of me wearing the smallest ...ikini I had ever seen, Fran was about 40yrs old with shoulder length blonde hair, she was a small woman probably less than 5’ tall but with a figure of a glamour model, I tried not to picture her naked because I didn’t want her to see my ever growing erection. She grabbed a few pairs of shorts & said “try these, you can change in the en suite” I. The sound became louder. It definitely was a radio or TV. I walked very carefully, trying not to trip on the fallen branches. As I reached the building, I was surprised to see that it is in perfect condition. Painted recently. I get closer to the sole window. What I am doing? It's not good to be so nosy. In spite of that, I took a deep breath and peered in. A man was watching TV. He was lying on a bed, his head propped on pillows. I gave a start when I saw that his chest was bandaged. The. "I seem to remember something about you crying on my shoulder about Bobby being a lying, cheating asshole. But, that still doesn't explain us being naked. Did I throw up on both of us?" Not exactly, Dad. We kind of made out in the den and came up here later." We what? 'Kind of' made out? What exactly did we do?" Well, we were hugging. You were raving about Mom not wanting sex anymore. I was feeling sorry for myself. I was looking forward to a roll in the hay with Bobby. One thing led to. Finally, screwing my courage to the sticking point, my heart hammering, my mouth dry, I went up the walk and rang the doorbell, hoping maybe Carl would like to go for a walk with me.I kept asking myself what I was afraid of. The worst he could do was tell me to go away, right?The brave man (or woman) dies but once, the coward dies many times, I thought as I waited on the porch, slowly dying.Then his sister, Dee, opened the door, and I felt liked I'd been given a reprieve at the last minute. I.