Or it could be she was hooked on Massimino.Or it could be I didn’t have a fucking clue.Door Number Three.Still at the Taj, armed with this new banki...ng info, I called Cassandra at home. Which, enraged her. Her husband had answered the landline. Quietly seething, talking through clenched teeth, she hissed, “What the fuck do you mean calling me here?”“Bank of America savings account. Cash deposits on June 7th and 22nd. Come see me now.”I hung up, winning that game two to one.Twenty-five minutes. Both parents employed, McMansion. Her own car...”“And here we are watching this couple get married and SHE has a seven figure bank account...”“And,” I said, “she’s crazy over him and he’s crazy over her ... She and Haley and Deena talk a lot.” I chuckled. “She’s beautiful, but I’m willing to bet my left foot that she wears a dress about three times a year...”“Oh, more than that,” he laughed. “We all go to church pretty often and she wears a dress for that.”“Oh, okay ... Missed that. My body was shaking all over. I picked up the nylons and saw it was black Wolford’s, and under them there was a white thong. I took the thong up to my face, and took some big sniffs. Ooh boy, I could have exploded just there, but luckily I did not! I was so freaking horny and started licking the thong all over. Her sweet pussy juice just tasted so great. I then bent down to take the pantyhose and smelled them too. Again, I inhaled the odour from her toes. Oh my god, this women had the smell of. However this new year things where different the Baby sitters had all grown up and wanted there party times this meant either Mum or Dad had to stay in as it was Mum choose to.Around 1am all had left our house except myself mum and younger sister who was fast asleep in her bed I had been allowed to stay up as it was New Year Mum was sitting on the settee and myself on the floor in front of the fire the music was playing quite softly now and Mum decided she wanted to dance with me she took my.