On her butt. Between her legs! My resolves were fading away. It's true, I thought, My dick has no conscious.'Flattening the crotch of her panties, I s...tudied it. They were slightly damp to the touch. On the periphery of the damp spot was a faint whitish dry area. I'd seen that before. Her essence, right there.Looking closely, I found a few curly hairs. Yes! Pubic hair! A thrill shot through me and another ratchet of my madness slipped. I was teasing myself. Delighting myself. This slow, measured. "I think you are a sissy and probably a faggot! I am going to see thatbecome one if you are not already, got that sissy!" proclaimed hisstepmother. Carl could only hold his head in shame and humiliation has hisstepmother berated him. His sissy stick was oozing as she gave him atongue lashing."Very well, now for your punishment, I want you over my knees so I canspank you until you learn your lesson," Mrs. Monet said and she pulledup her skirt to display the tops of her nylon stockings and. I slipped my fingers under the elastic of her panties and let it rest for a moment against her slit, feeling the heat and seeping wetness against my hand. Returning my mouth to her lips I felt an overwhelming urge to taste her, to shove my face into her sweet cunt and consume her....With her lips still warm against mine I increased the pressure of my hand and gasped as I felt her grind against it. She parted her long toned legs and my finger slid within her slit, into the pool of wetness that. My husband and I had decided to postpone our first child for at least a year.After my marriage I knew the old man was enjoying watching me whenever he got a chance. It was uncomfortable in the beginning although as I became more confident with him, it eventually gave me a sense of amusement seeing the old man trying so hard to have a glimpse of me all the time. My husband was accidentally helping the cause by working late hours and going on frequent inspections, forcing me to become reconciled.