Shelly was still wearing her hold ups, and her hand was inside her normal panties. She had freed one of her breasts from her black bra and was pinchin...g her own nipple. I stood in the doorway for a few minutes, watching Shelly, her breathing getting heavier and quicker. A flush of red spread across her chest and neck as she panted heavily. A loud gasp escaped from her mouth as her head fell back on her pillow.She turned her head towards me and smiled. Her pretty face was soaked with sweat and. She was fun, and now remarried herself, although that isn't part of this story.Jason is a hound. Always has been, and always will be. We're both in our mid-to-late 40s, with him being 47 as of this writing. He's a good-looking guy, about 5-11, under 200 pounds, and is in decent shape. He's admittedly better looking than I am, although not quite as aggressive in the bedroom with his partners as I tend to be.All this is brief background to this story. About a month ago, Jason texted me to meet. When she said she did not think about it, you told her you asked your girl out because she looked a lot like her. Nikki feeling very flattered kisses your cheek, “well this will give you more to think about when you masturbate. Now are you up for this? Not going to ask again lover boy. You are sober so I bet you can get me off good.” She took the panties and ran them over your face letting the smell and taste of her wanting scent hypnotize you. There was no way you weren’t all in and you told. Sitting on the dark carpet was my red pair of panties, still unwashed. I froze, unsure what to do next. They had probably fallen out of the laundry basket and the cat had dragged them into her room, right? There was no other reason I could think of for her to have them. Should I grab them now, before she got home from work and had the chance to see them? I didn’t want to go into her room and disturb her things and have her be mad and have to explain the whole situation anyway.I heard the front.