As for my adultery; from the start of our marriage I considered I had been given carte blanche by my then wife Miriam to take my pleasure elsewhere th...n in the marital bed. She flatly refused to join me in barracks, and could also be sparing when dispensing the perquisites of marriage when I was home on leave, especially if her so called brother Martin was in the vicinity.That she had been under Martin Hodge's sexual and mental thrall from childhood was no fault of mine. If given the full facts. It hadn’t rained like this in days but it never lasts long. I heard the leaves moving behind me. I was sure it was some large animal so I ducked back into my home and dried off with some old cotton fabric. The hunters of the forest would not make that much noise and I could say the same about the pray. It had to be a large animal who’s breed choose strength over grace or speed and I couldn’t think of any that were unlike me and would be around here. I wondered if it was a visitor. I got my bow. I felt her again and she was dripping wet. "Stand up," I ordered. Sure enough, there was a big wet spot on my pants."Look at this,you naughty girl," I teased, "you wet my pants."I loved the way she blushed. She was so embarrassed.It was a special night. We spent hours making love and she fell asleep in my arms. I woke in the middle of the night and felt her soft, creamy ass. It was still warm. My hand slipped between her legs and she was still wet. One finger slipped in, then two. She pretended. “That’s easy to clean up,” she said. “I know ... I’ll piss with my panties on.”“Yeah!” Jerry gurgled.“Piss in my panties!” She giggled.She lifted her ass and sat on the top of the washing machine, spreading her legs and leaning back. Jerry stepped a foot or so away, gazing at her crotch. The thin, nylon panties stretched over her cunt, strands of curly cunt hair showing along the side.With her ass the edge of the washing machine, Debra began to strain. She and her son gazed at her open crotch,.