I looked backwards and quietly whispered to him, " Appa (Father-in-law), you are making a mistake. I am not your wife - Prema Amma. I am Deepti. Your ...on's wife. Your daughter-in-law " He was shocked! He quickly withdrew his penis from me. He turned me on my back to face him. He positioned himself between my thighs over me and said, " Deepti??? How did you come here to this room? Oh God! I seem to have made a terrible mistake. I am so sorry -- I could not see in this darkness. I thought that. This time with urgency. I took both of my hands and started to pull down his pants and then his underwear. With my right hand I began to jerk him off.We broke off our kiss and I asked him "what do you want to do" in the gentlest voice I could muster. He reached down suddenly and started to unbutton my pants. He pushed them down and noticed that I was wearing my red silk panties."I knew it!", he exclaimed. Its not as if I was hiding what I was, but I don't go announcing it in the streets. She left her breakfast and ran to the lounge grabbing an album of old photographs. She compared the photographs of her husband when he was twenty with the picture in the newspaper."Could it be possible after all this time?"Both her and her husband had spent a lot of money over the past years trying to trace her abandoned baby son, the baby that she had foolishly abandoned as soon as it was born. The searches had been totally ineffective and they had both become quite despondent. She knew that. I worked up a sweat, digging into the flesh.Once, and only once, did I allow, the merest of touches to her inner thigh, along her bikini line. Then, quickly to the other leg. The same routine, I worked her muscles for her.As I neared her inner thigh again, I watched for a sign, then bingo! I saw her legs move, only a fraction, but they parted, ever so slightly.She spoke to me then, “God! You’ve made my muscles feel good, I’ve missed my own physio, but you’re working magic.”I massaged the back.