So I went to my room and laid on my bed and started thinking of Beth naked, which only brought my hard on back. So I undid my jeans pulled them down, ...closed my eyes and started pulling on my cock. I was almost halfway through when I heard the door open. I opened my eyes and saw mum standing there looking at my cock. I just stopped and looked at her. She blushed and it looked like she couldn't make up her mind what to do, again she mumbled something about the garden and practically ran from the. I looked at Tom and suggested that she could bring her friends over to use it even boyfriends. She blushed and looked at her father. “If I ever get a boyfriend I’ll defiantly want to bring him over. I want to see his reaction when he sees the sign by the door.” Ha. We all laughed at that and then Tom suggested that on the other side of the patio he could build a part shaded BBQ area complete with an old style picnic table. He’d toss in the labor in exchange for sitting in the tub now and again. You didn’t tell him the way your body had reacted as you’d felt his eyes upon you. Instead, you coquettishly kissed his neck, teasing out his reaction, after he drew you close for an embrace. When his mouth met yours, and your tongues lashed against one another, your legs nearly buckled, but luckily, his hand on your ass held you tight against him. As confident as you had become over the years, you surprised even yourself when you unfastened his pants and stroked him through his underwear. It was always there. Constant, unyielding.You know that saying, "Time heals all wounds"? It's a lie.If it wasn't the pain of Jenny's absence from my life, it was the guilt. The guilt of knowing what I had done, of knowing the pain that I caused her. That I made her live out the childhood trauma of her sick, disgusting upbringing. The fact that I brought even a glimpse of that into the life of her sweet, innocent daughter. I was real human scum and the knowledge of that tore at me every day.Deep.