“Nothin’ much, just had to deal with a drunk beating on his wife. Fucking prick, I wanted to break his jaw, and damn near had to before the cops c...uld get there to haul his ass away.” His sigh told me the rest, that it was a bad one. He loves his career as a park ranger, but I still felt bad that he has to deal with such slime.“Is she going to be okay?” I asked, moving a bit closer, and resting my hand on his leg, giving a gentle squeeze.“Yeah, she’ll be fine. Bumps and bruises, nothing broken,. I knew those underwear. And thebra - a Playtex Living Bra. The girdle was a Playtex "I Can't Believe It'sA Girdle," open-bottom girdle.I was stunned. Beyond shock almost. The lingerie I'd just discovered -they were my own mother's underwear. My mind couldn't process what it wasseeing. What was my mother's underwear doing in Mrs. Andrews' bedroom?I picked up the soiled panties that were lying on the floor. My mother'spanties. Panties that I was very familiar with. Childhood memories. Jane, a tall willowy blonde with generous curves and an infectiously happy demeanour, was, as usual well on her way to being completely legless. I was feeling a little jaded after yet another double shift at the wine bar and I could have happily slunk off to bed. But there was no way I could have slept with walls and floor vibrating with every beat. “I got someone you should meet,” Jane screamed at me, taking my hand and dragging me through the press of bodies. Of course, I knew what was. I can see that her chest and face have a pink glow, beads of sweat cover her brow.Suddenly, she clamps her thighs tightly, forcing Dennis’s head away from her. He knows what is happening and moves proudly from her, lowering her feet to the mat. He moves up to us, the other side of Lesley’s relaxed body and puts his tool in her hand. Lesley moves her face allowing my cock to slip out of her mouth as she looks up at her man.I love it as she smiles up to him, and holds our knobs, one in each.