JA explained they were ‘friends’ for years and that Chuck was a widower. Then Chuck and I started to chat.And did we chat and chat. He was nothing... like I expected or what I had experienced. Our chats lasted for hours. It was not just about sex.Chats led to phone calls. Phone calls led to his coming to visit me. Better, he came to visit us saying there had to be chemistry with my entire family or it could not work. He added he would simply fly away if there was no acceptance or “chemistry”.. That night, in bed, we repeated all the positions that we had enjoyed regularly in the past.Life settled into a routine. I grew attached to the older half-sister, who was mostly confined to a weelchair but could take small walks with the aid of sticks. Each evening, before going to my mother's bedroom, I would spend an hour or two chatting with my sister in her bedroom until she was tired enough to sleep.One evening I asked her if she ever thought of going back to North America. She said she. Look, see that?"Suddenly Alan was paying attention. Pressed up hard against the window, the woman slowly rubbed her hands across her nipples, now visibly pressing against the bikini top, wound her way down her stomach, and stroked the orange triangle between her legs.No doubt she thought this was a safe thing to be doing where she was. She couldn't be seen very well from inside the pool, and she must have either not known about the window, or reasonably assumed that no one would be in the. .." I stammered, removing my hands from my pants and starting to get up. he reached down and picked up his pants."were you...well, I mean..." He gestured to my situation "Did you hear all of that?"I nodded my head and bit my bottom lip. "I see...well..." He cleared his throat and sat down in his chair. "I..i'm a grown man and well, I can enjoy myself..."I was a little afraid he was going to give me a birds and bees lecture so I made quickly for the door. "Yeah...yeah, Dad. I know. and well,.