I ran them through my fingers, incredibly turned on at this point.I flipped them inside out and breathed deeply, inhaling the smell that lingered in t...he fabric of the crotch.My cock was bulging against my jeans at this point.I stood up, still holding the panties to my face. I walked back into the bedroom and towards her closet. Opening the closet, the laundry basket was directly in front of me. I could see several more pairs of panties in it.I reached down, searching for a pair that would smell. Under it was a rather stiff and quite rustling white sixty-yard petticoat. My wife looked like an eighteen-year-old virgin bride. She approached me and put her arms around me and French kissed me quite passionately. She was wearing Chanel No. 5 perfume, my favorite. As she pressed herself against me, I noticed that she was not wearing a bra. Being a 34A, she really did not need to wear one but I had never known my wife to go in public braless unless she was wearing a bathing suit. "Mmm,. V. for half an hour or so. Then Jenna opened the door and came in having got dressed. 'Please don't tell on me, I'll do anything, I'll be your slave for the day or something?' she shrugged her shoulders.I pondered, I was furious with her, that she had cheated on Mum and Dad's trust, but thought I could have a little fun myself. I agreed and told her she could tidy up my room. I stayed layed on the bed as she started putting things away. Jenna was pretty fit for a sister, all my mates have at. David could have forgiven her for just his own financial ruin – he had been an utter fool and she had used him completely and without mercy. It was the additional financial ruin of his bank, which he as its senior officer had the obligation to protect, that galled and shamed him the most.Somehow, she had gotten his most secure administrative passwords for the financial computer system. Not only had she cleaned him out of every cent he had in his own accounts before she disappeared in the night,.