I grab one, fill a chiller bucket with ice, kick off my thongs and head back down the spiral stair case. As I slide open the big glass doors panic se...ts in. Where are you? Where have you gone? My eyes fail to spot you. I quickly think back over the events since we met. Had I said something stupid or offended you in some way? I couldn’t think of a logical reason for your disappearance. I turned to go back inside, with the thought that I had lost something that seemed like it could have been so. But then finally I heard a knock at the door to the guestroom. I stood up to look through the ventilation fans again, into the room.Before any of the guys could get up, the door opened. There, standing in the door frame, stood Izzy, in full silhouette due to the afternoon sun directly behind her. She stepped inside as the door swung shut.Izzy wore a long pink bathrobe that hung down to her ankles, completely covering whatever she was wearing underneath. All I could see were her black. ”“Things Maggie doesn’t know? She’s dated a bit and she probably knows more about ... um ... stuff, than I do.”“Hank!” Maggie looked at me with a hurt expression on her face. “I am not some slut or something! I have kissed four guys in my life, other than dad, of course. I have only seen one penis, and I just gave him a hand job.” She said, blushing furiously.“Maggie, I didn’t mean like that! I don’t think you are a slut, I just thought you had, you know, done more than that. Hell, these are. I had never looked at my MIL in a sexual manner till this incident happened.Even though she was 54 years old, she looked like she was in her early 40s and looked sexy with big assets – both in the front and at the back.During dinner, I watched my MIL a few times and started to admire her. She also looked at me a couple of times from the corner of her eyes and smiled.I started to develop sexual feelings towards her. I finished dinner and went to wash my hands. My MIL came there at the same.