You did not ask with whom. It was with my eldest sister” he waited for the sledge hammer blow effect that stunned me to recede before giving another...blow.“Where was your mother when you were banging your sister?” I asked him after I recovered from first shock. He stared at me for few seconds.“She was standing next to us. She was supervising” he said casually. I swooned and would have toppled over the culvert, had Rahul not hugged me.“I think you should have some soft drink and biscuits before I. As the days went on, Aarnja, my daughter-in-law and I became very close. She said I offered her the security that she wanted as a lonely wife - and I replied that she was the bright sunlight that had brought some life back into the world of a very old man. Playfully, she punched my arm. "Come on, Daddy, (she always called me that, much to the amusement of Helga) you are not that old. In fact, you hardly look a day over forty." I am not yet forty," I remember roaring.Together, we rolled on the. Obviously the whole act was done on purpose. “I’m so sorry. Hold on.” She ripped a handful of tissues out of the box and started wiping my pants. The tissues soaked up a decent amount of the drink but quickly became useless, other than to be the reason for her to have her hands on me, where she slowly turned the patting motion into rubbing. A sensational rubbing that spread over my waist, and up and down my thighs, then back to where it mattered the most, where she began to grasp my throbbing. In my brain I told myself it was just to have fun, and if Isabel was there I could show off Val on my arm, maybe even do a little hip grinding on the dance floor right in front of her.I know. I wasn’t thinking clearly, at all. I am still not thinking clearly. My mind is in a fog whenever I think about Isabel. I’m not making good decisions.We arrived at the club and found a table. I decided to get Val drunk (I didn’t need to, things were heading toward a late night fuck anyway), and maybe myself.