I picked them up and they were moist but they didn’t smell like juice. They had the musty smell of a woman’s crotch. My cock jumped in my trousers... as I took in the savoring aroma. “Did she leave this intentionally for me to find?” I wander as I began to stroke my erection. I lay down on the bed and continued to masturbate as I thought of the possibility of fucking the hell out of that sweet innocent girl. It wasn’t long until I was blowing my load all over myself. I used the panties to clean. When I finally built up the courage to try this, I didn't say a word to my then wife. We were about to make love and I went through the normal foreplay with her and then mounted her missionary. I was able to maintain an erection much better and actually lasted about 15 minutes before I couldn't stand it anymore and came in her pussy."Well, it's now or never", I said to myself. I Slid down her body, kissing her nipples and belly button on the way, all the time thinking about what I was about to. The spasms of her pussy milked the cum out of me and I groaned loudly. Bethany leaned against me and I held her until my erection went down, then she turned and sat with her back against me. I wrapped both my arms around her and held her tight.“That was intense!” she said.“I’ll say. Just a little bit of pressure with my teeth made you cum really hard.”“I don’t think that would work on your dick!” she giggled.“No, it wouldn’t. I’m sure of that! And don’t get any ideas!” I said, laughing.“I won’t. “Donna says you need more firewood chopped. I’ll do enough that should last you a little longer. Where’s Dad?”“He had to go out until later today. So for now, it’s just you, and me,” Helen smiled, kissing my cheek.I went to the garage, picked up the axe and went to the woodpile. “What’s Donna talking about? There’s plenty of wood for the rest of the winter.” I said of the neatly stacked rows I had piled.I walked in the back door and went to Helen. “Mom, there’s plenty of firewood. I don’t know.