The truth is I’d been severely tempted, but it seemed everything was back on an even keel.Relieved I hadn’t succumbed to temptation, I stepped out...of the shower.” Shit!” I muttered to myself. No towels. They were on the shelves next to the wardrobe and in my rush to avoid temptation I’d forgotten to grab one.I was dripping water onto the floor, outside the shower cubicle the air was cool, giving me goose bumps.“Angela…” I called through the door.“Yes, Annie?”“Can you hand me a towel?” I asked,. “Nobody here knows that unless you tell them.”Cassie didn’t say anything more, didn’t try to pull away. Pete took a bigger chance. As the next song started up, he slid one hand under the bottom of Cassie’s tank top, let his fingers graze over her belly. She twitched a little, her butt moved back against him. Pete bit his lip, concentrated on the music, anything to keep his mind off his dick for a couple of minutes. Cassie’s skin was soft, warm. Pete’s fingers roamed up and down slightly,. You have such a pretty thing." He said. "Thing? You mean my little pussy?" I asked as I watched him start to squirm. "Yes, your pretty pussy." He answered, "It is so pretty." "Would you like to see me doing it up close?" I asked, me still hot from my masturbating as I asked, "Would you like to see your Mom playing with herself?" "Oh, Yes! I would love to see you doing it." He replied, "Can I watch you?" I never answered as I lay back, throwing the cover from my naked body as I looked into his. Results for the night, an aching crotch that would keep me awake until three in the morning. Oh well, such is life.Night five was a family function that precluded any get together with Jean, but there is always tomorrow.Night number six. The folks and little brother are out for the evening again with an ETA back home around midnight - 1:00 AM.I started another fire in the fireplace, and walked over to Jeans house.When I got there, Jean's mother asked me what we had eaten for dinner two nights.