Well, its been awhile since I had time to sit down with my Journal. The last ten days or so have been busy as hell. Let me start where I left off last time.

Michelle and I went back to the kitchen and joined Lynn and Lee. The atmosphere seemed friendly enough except Lynn keep looking at Michelle out of the corner of her eye, as if to make sure that she was handling things all right. Lee, on the other hand, kept looking at me to see if I was all right - I don't know what she expected Michelle to have done to me, but she did seem concerned about my well being.

That night when Lynn and I went to bed I could tell that she was still unsettled about Michelle and I being alone in her bedroom naked and doing sexual things together. I had to admit, even though I accepted the situation intellectually, I could understand her having some qualms about her husband and her ten year old daughter spending time exploring each other's naked bodies - hell, I had some qualms about it. I knew that she wanted to ask me what happened between us, but she had painted herself in a corner about that, her promise not to get involved with the details of my actions with the girls was really stating to make things difficult for her. I wondered how she was going to get around it, I wasn't going to make it any easier for her, I really didn't want to go through a third-degree each time I was alone with one the of girls. Finally she sat up and sort got propped up on her pillows, I just sat back and waited. She stared off into space and started talking.

"You know, it wasn't very long after the first time that I told you about with Frank that the situation between us heated up. I feel like I need to tell you about it since your relationship with the girls is moving in a similar direction. Do you mind hearing about it?" Lynn turned and looked at me, a serious look in her pretty eyes. I had been married long enough to know the answer to that sort of question - it was sort of like when a woman asks you "is this skirt too tight?", there is only one safe answer.

I told her that I would be glad to listen, maybe her experiences would be helpful. I figured that this was the way she was going to break the ice about finding out what happened between Michelle and I.

"Well, Frank and I played around for the next month or so. When we were alone after school, when Mother was gone doing something, we were in my room naked, masturbating while watching each other. Frank wanted me to touch him and let him touch me, but I had this idea that as long as we just looked at each other we really weren't doing anything wrong. Somehow if I touched him or he touched me we would be committing incest, this way we were just masturbating while we happened to be in the same room. I know it was goofy, but it made sense to me at the time -remember, I was only twelve."

I leaned over and gave her a little kiss on the mouth and told her that I bet she was a beautiful twelve year old, and I was sorry that it wasn't me that was in her room afternoon instead of Frank. I figured it wouldn't hurt to remind her that Lee and I were in the same position (except I was a lot older than Frank at the time).

"I would have made a normal man crazy Jack, one day I wanted to be masturbating naked in front of him, the next day I would lock him out of my room and lay on my bed and cry. The only reason he put up with me that first month was that he was so horny and inexperienced, I mean for all he knew every girl acted like I was acting.

So anyway, one Saturday night we were in the house in Seattle, and Mother and Father were down in San Francisco at a political fund raiser for a party member. They were supposed to be home by midnight, but about eleven they called and told us that all the flights had been cancelled until morning because of the fog. They told us to just lock up the house and set the alarm and go to bed, that they would be back by ten or so Sunday morning. We were perfectly safe, Frank was fifteen and capable of taking care of any emergency. Being a dutiful daughter I got ready for bed and was asleep within twenty minutes of their call, I could hear Frank shutting up the house and turning off the lights as I drifted off to sleep. I don't know how long I had been asleep, it couldn't have been too long when I woke up to find Frank had slipped into bed with me and was lying on his side, behind me, his arm wrapped around my waist.

"Frank, what are you doing in my bed? You have to sleep in your own bed, this isn't right, what if Mother found out?"......(cont)