Jessica had disappeared but Chris was holding the door for us. Their room was a mirror of ours. Jessica was by the bar. "Glad you're still with us." W...uldn't miss it for the world," I said bringing a smile to her.Chris motioned to Wendy, "Care to sit by the fire?"I went over to the bar where Jessica was holding a bottle of wine and an opener. I started opening the wine as she set up four glasses. I was filling the glasses as Jessica asked me very quietly, "First time?"I knew she wasn't asking. I'd never seen it this deep before in all the years we'd been living here, it really was the worst storm in recent memory."Listen Brian, before we head back in for breakfast, just wanted to say something to you in case you had any worries, doubts or fears," he began. I'd never really been all that close to my father, not in this way at least. We'd had talks before of course, told a few dirty jokes, things like that, but we'd never really had any one on one intimate personal discussions before. ”“I’m not,” I said, facing away from her. It wasn’t entirely untrue. But Mom didn’t know why I was really embarrassed.“C’mon back in, honey.”I shook my head. The problem wasn’t that I’d seen her masturbating, as she thought. The problem was the reaction it had provoked in me. I had a raging hard-on, and the more I tried not to think about it, and the sight I’d just seen, the worse it got. Treacherous organ!“Paul, please turn around, honey, I’m not mad at you,” she said, almost pleading with. They looked finally happier. They had big eggplants and she had cantaloups. There was nothing more natural than that. When the guests started to complain about their backs, she proposed them a good massage. The husband assured them that she is good at massage and the guests had to accept it. The men lie down on their chests and she started to rub their back, waist and arms and shoulders. She realized that the guests like the massage. As a classic housewife, she had to show her all hospitality.