We'd been sitting for over an hour. The wine was gone. I felt very relaxed. Opening my life to Jesse had a cathartic effect. Only Chantal and the therapist had heard my life story. Now my daughter knew, most of it. I got up and stepped away from the table, away from the light, near the rail, looking out towards the beach. It was an overcast, moonless night, with a warm breeze. In the darkness I felt Jesse come up next to me, then she was in front of me, facing the beach, her body barely brushing mine as she put her hands on the rail. Is this the next turn?
I felt like she was making a move. Was the thong a test? Did she know I used it? Did she know I was at the beach? Does she just like nudism or...? I was very confused and conflicted. Sadly, my c**k was not. As Jesse moved, her firm youn
