I opened the door and found myself in a small apartment, hard wood underneath my feet. A step further into the room revealed a living room where a mat...ress was laid flush on the floor against a leather sofa. Candy sat on the mattress with her back propped against the couch, wrapped in blankets. I knew she was naked under the blankets, and my heart sank a bit. I wanted to strip her myself. "Tombstone?" Candy asked from the blanket. "Thanks for coming. I don't normally do this sort of thing, but. “Thanks, Nick, you’re a pal. Do you have any rule about that?”“Sleeping? Not as far as I know.”“Good. Of course…” Here she paused a moment and giggled, then looked me in the eye again, watching closely for my reaction. “I normally sleep naked.”I coughed and took another glance up the aisle. This was getting interesting, I thought.“Is there a rule about that?”“Uhh... I don’t think I know of any rule against it exactly.”“Keep watch for me, then, sweetie. I just need to know how it feels.”Shit, I. ” “I do,” I laughed. I watched and talked with Julie as she made the dish I had taught her, only it turned out better than when I made it. As she prepared our meal and we then dined she got more and more relaxed, almost happy, including unveiling her keen sense of humor. By the time that we had a glass of wine after dinner I’d say that she was almost back to her old self. I had only one bathroom so I let her shower first while I made up the couch for her. I almost split my pants when she. One day during the summer we were canoeing at the sea shore and afterwards when we getting stripped out of our wet-suits she casually reached over and grasped my cock and said, “jeez Dad, that’s a large one” I was very surprised, while we never had a problem with nudity in the family, we never got that physical either. So the touch came as a shock, equally, the erection that resulted was also a shock. Olga thought this was hilarious, and couldn’t resist grabbing my cock again and squeezing it.