As far as I knew, she’d never worn them. I know I’d never washed them. A month was long enough if she wasn’t going to wear them, so ...it must be all right for me to take them. I could wear them. It would be funny. A teacher wearing panties intended for a teacher’s pet.My own private joke tomorrow at when I taught my college students.The idea set my mind alight with eager anticipation for the rest of the evening. When I laid down beside my husband, I felt this horny itch. Karen looked up and took her hand. Something felt different this time than any other time they held hands. They never held hands much but this time it felt like a bolt of electricity shot through her body. Mandi leaned in and stroked Karen's hair as she put it behind one ear. She leaned forward and softly planted her lips on Karen's. Karen tried to talk but Mandi put her finger over her lips. As she did that, she leaned into Karen's ear and whispered, "I've wanted to lick your pussy since I. ”“So what are we going to do now?”“We could have sex again,” Alex said, grinning.“That’ll get us to noon.”“I know.”“You’re out of thongs.”“I know.”“I’m out of thongs.”“We could go shopping for more thongs.”“That’ll keep us busy until noon.”“True.”“We could go through housewares and see if there are any new gadgets to take apart.”“That might be fun.”“That would get us through today. What we really need, is a project.”“We’ve got a dog. We’ve got a bird. We’ve got a lawnmower. We’ve got a smart. Damnit! She was doing it again! Betty stirred from her reverie to find herself with one hand between her legs and the other cupping a tit. The whole incident had been JoAnne’s doing anyway. JoAnne was Sarah’s Mother. She’d divorced her husband in Chicago and Moved to Lauderdale By The Sea with her three daughters. Alimony and child support allowed her to live a life of ease which she took full advantage of. Freed of the social constraints that being a banker’s wife imposed on her she launched.