He jumped from where he was sitting and began kissing at my neck, using his hands to undress me. I told him this was wrong but he told me he didn’t care. He moved in closer to me and moved his hand down my cheek and across my breasts, I sat completely still and just laughed. He looked down at my hand and then back at me, he told me he knew all about masturbating by himself and smiled. I decided touch his leg as I told him more of my worries, gently riding it up his thigh as I told him just how hard it was to have to masturbate by yourself every night. He watched me intently as I explained my troubles and that’s when I realised that I was so turned on, talking about his own son to him was doing things to me and I couldn’t resist my next moves. We had drank one too many cocktails and finally the topic had moved to my marriage, I began to confide in my husbands father and I even let him in on our lack of sex. We had been sitting in his living room for a few hours, it was the golden hour as the sun was leaving its last bit of sunlight behind and letting it shine through their large bay windows.
