It's been a long 3 years since my wife died. We were high school sweethearts living a fairy tale life when the cancer struck. Our only child, Morgan, was getting ready for her 16th birthday when the cancer struck. 3 weeks later, she was gone...Morgan and I grew closer in our grief. There were many nights that she would crawl in bed with me in the middle of the night. Nothing sexual, just two people trying to work thru the loneliness. Over the next year and a half, Morgan's body began to blossom. Her style of dress changed as do all teen girls. Occasionally I'd poke my head in her open door and she'd be laying on her bed in some really tight shorts and a spaghetti strap top. Again, I never thought of her sexually in spite of it.
However, after she graduated she began sneaking over into my bed in the middle of the night. The first time or two I thought the uncertainty of graduating was causing her to seek comfort. Then one night I woke up with her wrapped around me, her leg across my groin...
However, after she graduated she began sneaking over into my bed in the middle of the night. The first time or two I thought the uncertainty of graduating was causing her to seek comfort. Then one night I woke up with her wrapped around me, her leg across my groin...
