She grabbed my hands and put them on her so I could feel them. I was in heaven; I fondled her breasts for what seemed like forever until I eventually ...tarted to nod off.“C’mon Peach,” Sarah said picking me up and carrying me off to my bedroom. She put me down on my bed and the feel of the sheets on my naked body made me even more relaxed than I already was. “Now stay in here for awhile. I have to go do something,” Sarah told me, “but here you go; just in case you get bored.” She left me a. That world was gone now, there was only this one. She let the slow ticking of the grandfather clock soothe her. She wondered whether he noticed anything, but when she looked, he was busy finishing the pears, running his spoon around the dish to catch the last drop of juice and sucking it from his spoon. He sighed happily and leant back against the sofa. ‘You know I haven’t tasted pears like that since I used to stay with my grandmother in Worcestershire. She had pear trees in her garden. In the. I can still remember my 15 year old self, trying to place the nuances of her smell. Even now, it makes my mouth water a little. Had I not associated the fragrance left on those many different panties to being hugged tightly around my mom’s pussy, I think it would have been unpleasant. But this was the exact opposite of unpleasant—it was heavenly. At first, I only smelled them, and then I’d rush back to my room to beat off. Eventually, I realized that she probably had enough pairs of underwear. No dinner on the table, no fiancée anywhere to be found. See, I was quite confused by this. I had thought we had agreed you would be home by 6 o’clock each night?”This we had. I quickly tried to make excuses, but he hushed me and shut me down at each. I finally accepted my guilt and apologized to him.“Well my dear, I accept your apology. However, we need to make sure that this does not happen again, don’t we?”I could barely muster a “yes, sir” I was shaking so badly imagining what was to.