..I hadn't just been caught pulling my cock by my son's girlfriend. She wouldn't say a word. We could have a cup of tea and talk. I'd explain, I need...d sex, everyone masturbated, and I missed my wife... Anna would soon turn and run from the room in horror. She'd tell my son what she'd seen... ...Oh God, the humiliation... What could I do? I probably ran through every possibility of what could happen with the sole exception of what actually did. Anna is a small, slim girl with an exquisite. Have a crème brulée to finish with? Jenny did it once. There is a recipe in Delia Smith's book. The dessert might be rich but we don't have to have much.As fast as I can, I check the ingredients, make a more general shopping list and I am about to go to the supermarket when I remember about the washing. I head back inside, grab the dirty clothes (at least the washing machine is in the garage not the kitchen) separate "lights " from "darks" and set the machine off – and then go shopping.It is. “Feeling nice?” a voice said. “Yeah” I said. Suddenly I woke up.It was not a dream. My dad was sitting next to me on bed. I was shocked and asked “Dad, what are you doing?”“Just enjoying myself and give pleasure to you”.I could not believe to what I heard.“I always wanted to touch you, my son. Your mom is not in house and not expected till 5 pm.”Saying this he kissed me. He got up, locked the door and undressed himself wearing only his underwear. He came near me and said “Lie on the bed son”.I. If course it wasn’t. As Sophie grew, she had been like most children her age, a free spirit, confident, happy, But she was different, a thing her Father, a perfectionist, abhorred. He didn’t know how to handle her, she wasn‘t acting “normal” not like other kids her age. It was around this time her father had developed Multiple Myeloma, a plasma cell cancer.Her mother had always mused that it was due to flying so close to the sun all the time. The medicine was harsh and often had horrible.