So you’re thinking we’re stupid?”“Aren’t we?”“I dunno,” I said. “Truth is, I find more good in you in a week than I did in the month... before I got married.” I paused. “And I got married anyway.”“You’re no man-boy, Francis Marion Fontenot,” she said.“And you do not appear to be some little girl who wants a man to keep her a princess all her life, Frances Marian Clemons,” I said, following her lead.“You have a knack for serious conversation while wearing your skivvies,” she smiled.“I didn’t start. Seeing what a mess she makes in her panties, so fucking sexy. I wanted more, fuck I wanted those blue wet and creamy panties on my face and nose again.A couple hours went by and my Mother in law had arrived back home. Her and my wife helping me when they could, but then ended up working on another project. Which gave me my chance. I snuck back into her room, grabbed the blue panties and took them to the bathroom with me. I closed the door behind me, pulled those messy panties out, pulled my. You typeit up, and I'll proof it. Dr. Jordan needs it tomorrow." I'll do my best," I said.I worked at Kathy's machine. I wanted to look at the chapter about themissionary and find out what had happened to him, but I was a good guyand threw myself at the parts of the book that Kathy hadn't typed.Fortunately, that was just half of the last chapter, the conclusion, andan appendix.I have to say that Dr. Jordan was a good writer. Some of the books I'vetyped have been dry as dust and left me. I am tired and I want to sleep now.Me: You take rest on the mattressesRekha: Where you will sleep??Me: I will adjust on the floor.. (I know she was not going to agree)Rekha: No way.. If one has to sleep on the floor. I will sleep on the floor.Me: Its okay aunty. You feel free. Thats not a problem for me.Rekha: Why can’t we adjust on the mattresses it is big enough.I was waiting for that. “Okay you make yourself feel comfort. I will join you” I saidI gave her blanket she adjusted her self on to.