"Can you believe that woman? I think she actually thought that everything was secret. She even claimed she wanted sex with her husband, too." That kin...da squares with what Roger said," Nancy offered. "You should have seen her face. I think I really shook her up." Stupid bitch!" Claire declared."To phrase Claire's question another way, have we accomplished anything but maybe triggering some marriage counseling?" Or a divorce," Claire added. "That would be good." Both Alan and Roger are checking. He had dirt and grime caked all over his body. He had a scraggly gray beard and greasy graying brown hair. He wore dirty sweatpants and a torn, dirty stained t-shirt that hung off his torso. His tennis shoes had holes in them in which his filthy socks poked out at the toes. A paper sacked bottle, mostly likely cheap alcohol, sat on the cold concrete next to him.The bum looked her up and down as he hand returned to the front of his pants. He smirked, “You’re really good lookin’!” He stroked his. I left the dining kitchen to fetch a book from our bedroom. As I exited the bedroom and walked back down the corridor to the dining kitchen I was jolted by the sight in front of me. Right at the end of the corridor sat my sister on the toilet, her skirt up round her waist, her knickers down round her knees. She had forgotten to close the door, and I felt shocked and intrigued at what I saw as I walked back down the corridor to the dining kitchen, listening to her pee, pretending that I was. I could tell she was thinking but I didn’t know what she was thinking. After a moment she spoke. She told me that it was okay, and that it was a natural thing for guys my age. Then she did the most amazing thing, she reached over and put her hand on the covers right on my dick. She slowly began to rub me and feel of the size of my dick. After a moment she pulled back the covers and got in bed beside me. She reached down and began to rub my dick. Again I didn’t know what to say but I didn’t.