, 'What am I going to say if he does something stupid?'The sound of the doorbell caused her to jump. And her heart began to race.We sat facing each ot...er, Mrs Cranfield sat on the settee, I perched nervously on the edge of the armchair. The gas fire burned brightly the flames dancing among the artificial logs. It was warm. There was a slight cough, a clearing of the throat from the settee.Mrs Cranfield sat there and looked at me, her back as stiff and straight as a ramrod, hands in her lap,. He commented on her firm tight ass in her leggings which made my wife blush but enticed her. When she returned from using the bathroom, Jeremy had poured her another glass of wine and handed it to her when she walked in the room. My wife looked at me with that innocent gaze as she asked if I cared if she sat next to Jeremy. My wife was giggly and full of energy as she sat, her vocal style had gone from conversational to full-on flirting. Jeremy seemed to be enjoying himself and was sitting back. Rachel and I sat next to each other on the sofa. It was quiet and comfortable.Matt and Irene went to bed and we stayed up talking. “Rachel, I can’t stay here much more. You are beautiful and sexy. There is a limit to the amount of temptation that I can sustain.” I smiled. “Even here, you are a temptation.”“I understand, Gerald. We need to set a date soon. I want to be married to you.” She squirmed a bit and then said, “We could get married at the courthouse but I would like it to be performed. At that point in time I assumed both my niece and nephew were sleeping, as it was early morning, and I returned to the couch and lay down, covering myself with the duvet, and dozed off.Later on I awoke again, I was on my side with my hair covering my face, facing into the room, when I noticed my nephew engaged in masturbation, illuminated by the early morning light, and I of course, in the shadows as I lay watching him.He was ten years my junior and as I studied his body, still developing I.