My husband was at work and Frank was somewhere around the house. Normally I would check where, before 'enjoying myself, but on this occasion I didn't ...are. Maybe I wanted to take the risk maybe, sub-consciously; I wanted him to catch me. In retrospect I think that was true.Anyway, there I was, hot as hell and I intended to relieve myself. I remained seated, opened my robe and dropped my right hand under the table to my pussy. I parted my lips, insert two fingers into myself and placing my thumb. It went on for close to 1-2 weeks where I used to catch up with Spoorti once a while and with her hubby in casual chat. Spoorti used to love my company and enjoyed our little conversations. She was keen to bring up some topics for discussion and look for my opinions or feedback on her thoughts. She wanted to be acknowledged. Based on my observation, her husband used to hardly have any discussion and I rarely noticed any kinky or romantic acts which a typical couple do. It was one monotonous. I not only didn't mind, I was delighted to be chosen.Hedda was next to appear, tapping on the door lightly before entering. She was dressed and looked ready for the new day. She saw Jan-Richard and me sitting on the side of the bed with our book and smiled, came in and kissed her grandson, then me, announced we could have breakfast now and left."I think you have the best Gramama," I told him."And Grampapa," he said, making sure I wasn't forgetting him."Yes ... and Grampapa."Kristiana appeared. Both boys found they couldn't use the urinals with the dresses on,so they decided to squat in the stalls, pulling their boxers down to thefloor."This feels real nice, Steph," Luke sighed as he sat relieving himself."Ew, Lu, that's gross! I don't want to hear about it!" Stephan said, as hegot out of the stall first and looked at himself in the mirror. Hefrowned...something looked wrong..."No, not that..." Luke called out from in the stall. "I like the coolfeeling of not having my boxers.