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And the easiest way to accomplish this nowadays, was for him to jack off in front of a mirror. So the bathroom naturally became his preferred masturbation location. Jan, on the other hand, had maintained a very good-looking, slender figure for a woman her age. This was primarily due to the fact that her hips were narrow, and her breasts were still very small and firm, just like the A-cup size breasts that one would expect to find on the chest of a young, teenage girl. John thought that part of the reason why Jan refused to share her bed with him anymore, was at least partially due to the fact of how overweight he now was--in addition to the "menopause thing," of course. John also assumed that Jan wasn't interested in having sex anymore. Nothing could have been further from the truth. Jan, at age 48, was almost as sexually active nowadays, as she had been when she was still having sex with John--except that John's blowjob short penis had been replaced by an 8-inch-long, realistic-looking, flesh-colored, vibrating, penis-shaped dildo that Jan had gotten as a gag-gift for her birthday 4 years ago from a close female friend of hers. John didn't know about the dildo. And Jan kept it well-hidden, whenever she wasn't using it. It was one of the few "new-fangled inventions" that she had really taken a liking to. In fact, Jan had secretly purchased several other "new-fangled inventions" (vaginal and anal toys) over the last 4 years, and had put them all to good use, from time to time. And, just like John, Jan found herself masturbating a lot nowadays. However, unlike John, she preferred to do it in her own bedroom. Jan and her daughter, Lisa, were very close. In fact, they behaved much more like sisters, than mother and daughter. One night, Jan confessed to Lisa that the real reason why she had banished John from her bedroom was that, just five years before, back in the year 1997, she had accidentally found a pair of panties in a plastic freezer bag, hidden underneath some clothing, at the very rear of the bottom drawer of John's dresser. Jan assumed that the panties had belonged to a young girl, and she knew that John was extremely fond of his then-9-year-old granddaughter, Trish. He was always setting Trish on his lap, or asian giving her horsey-rides on his leg, or tickling her all over her body. So naturally, Jan assumed that the panties in the plastic bag in John's dresser drawer had to belong to her granddaughter. Of course, it never dawned on big Jan--because she didn't take the time to closely examine them--that the panties she found in John's dresser might have been way too large to belong to a 9-year-old girl. But Jan just knew, deep down in her heart, that the man she thought she loved, was putting her granddaughter through the same kind of thing that Jan herself went through with one of her own uncles, when she was a young girl. Jan never told John about it, but she admitted to Lisa that her Uncle Ed had sexually molested her, under the guise of "playing little games" with her, and that he had done it on numerous occasions. "My God! That must have been a lot for you to handle as a young girl." Lisa said, empathizing with her mother. At the same time, Lisa seriously doubted Jan's claim that the panties she had discovered in John's dresser drawer were actually Trish's panties. After all, from what Lisa could remember, her father had never made any sexual advances towards her , throughout her japan entire childhood. Sure, he had changed Lisa's diapers when she was a baby, and given her baths when she was a toddler. 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