I hopped up and ran to the kitchen door to greet her. The door opened and in walked my well fucked bride. Her hair was a mess and her mascara had been... smeared. Well I said , I hope your cunt is in the same shape as your face. She said ha ha, it is. I began undoing her tight little shorts and started working them over her hips. She wasn't wearing panties and as soon as the shorts hit the floor she kicked them to the side. I dropped to my knees and pushed her thights apart and buried my face in. ‘Those are my panties,’ you quietly tell the cashier. Shocked and a little flustered the cashier says, ‘oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize….’ and she trailed off. ‘Don’t be,’ you politely tell her, ‘I’m sure not.’ As the cashier prints our receipt and you slightly lean forward to pay, I notice a slight trickle down your leg. You finish signing the receipt and we start walking out. ‘Babe, your pussy is dripping down…’ and you cut me off. ‘I know sweetie. My pussy is about to turn into a waterfall. Both were real nice looking country girls. After a few more minutes and a discussion between Ellie and her Mom, i am being asked if it is okay if mom tags along for a little while as she has been home all day and is bored and thirsty. I can never say no to a women who is sticking her tongue down my throat. So out the door the three of us go. All three of us pile into my pickup and sit on the front seat together. I have a cooler of beer behind the seat and we are on our way. After an hour or two. I picked them up and held them up to my face. I took a good whiff of her female scent. A lot of musk and a bit of peeI must not have been paying attention. In walked my mother from the bathroom."What are you going Danny?"I know my face got red and I stuttered trying to find something to say. Mom walked over and took her panties from my hands. I knew she was pissed at me. She turned away to put her panties in the hamper. I must have lost my mind. I took hold of the towel she had wrapped around.