This was much more the colours she associated with Stephen. She rubbed the fluffy white towel across her cheek, before moving on.The next bedroom was ...learly a guest room. Twin beds in neutral colours, each with a simple wooden headboard, then a vanity unit, chest of drawers, a long mirror on the door of a walk-in wardrobe. Small TV and shelf of well thumbed paperbacks.This was an anonymous room. She did not linger there and moved swiftly on to the last bedroom which had to be Stephen'sA. Later, when I was masturbating and realized it was his cock I was imagining fucking me, I knew it was more than that. I did not know what to do, I had to stop thinking this way. Alan had done nothing to encourage such notions and I reminded myself I had to remain professional. I was allowing my loneliness to influence me. As it turned out, Alan did not make it easy on me. I had assigned an essay to this class. It was no easy assignment, but I was preparing them for University and expected much. My friends had all reinforced my thinking, by telling me how cute my older sister was.As she was finished in the tub, she asked me for a towel. I handed her a washcloth. “Funny boy,” she said as she reached over me to get a towel. I latched on to the nearest breast with my mouth and wouldn’t let go. She moved to my lap, and simply let me suck all I wanted, moaning a little.I took my hand and moved it towards her pussy, but she slapped it away. Instead, I got up holding her up against me and. All of her now ex-husbands had been boring, straight-laced and mundane without one iota of get up and go between them, to hear her talk even sex had become a chore."Remember when we used to do those stupid little dares. Hell they were more fun than I'm getting now," she continued her rant.We were sitting in the kitchen having a coffee before we went shopping. Helen had called last night to let us know that she'd be picking up the costumes for tomorrow's dare and though I'd given her our sizes.