But this time he didn’t laugh…, and he didn’t cough. Instead he went very quiet with his eyes taking on a very, very far away look. I had seen t...hat look before – usually in combat veterans. Psychiatrists call it ‘the thousand mile stare.’ Whatever memory was flashing through his mind was very powerful and highly traumatic. It was very quite in that room as we all waited for him to break the silence. After a few moments, he sighed, took a deep breath, and continued, ‘I need to tell you some. When it happened every week, he figured that she understood what he was doing and was giving him tacit approval to do what she thought boys do. It was when he noticed the clean panties that began coming back with a curious but pleasing scent on them, that he was puzzled. It was not until he began dating his girlfriend and petting with her that recognized it as the scent of vaginal secretions he got on his finger when he put it inside her. He and his mother never spoke of the panties that kept. Adeline was forty-two, had two daughters, and had been divorced for six years. I told her that I was having trouble clearing Kelley's vacation from being faithful from my head. I tried to justify Kelley's actions, but Adeline didn't buy it. Doing the non-penetration thing with the blonde, she said, did not constitute cheating."Would your mother be receptive to a gated community?" Adeline asked, as we were taking our first sip from our second scotch and soda.I recognized the question as the one. The odor was incredible! The room was pungent with the aromas of my wife's multiple couplings. My wife was now sitting on top of one stud with her back to his face. His thick black cock was imbedded deep in my wife's ass. June squirmed and ground down forcing him deeper into her rectum. June was deep throating another stud. Her entire face, hair, neck, and breasts were coated with semen. My wife positively glowed with passion. I looked down at her hairless pussy. It was red and swollen. It.