Back when daddy was aroun' she used to cover herself up in a robe. But now that she's gone and found love in a bottle, I get to see a lot more of that...ass I want to fuck so much. Yeah, I know there's no quicker way to Hell than by wanting to fuck my own momma. But I can't let it be.But it's all that drinkin' she does that gets me all worked up. Walking around in the mornings with nothing on but a shirt and panties. Half the time, momma sits in front of the tee-vee and watches her soaps and. "WW is on the way up," Detective Barron said."Who's WW?" Van Horn asked."Walter White, our fearless DA."Less than a minute later the DA walked into the room. There were now five people in that small room and it was getting uncomfortably warm in there."Detective Olson, Is this Mr. Blanchard? Why isn't he in lock up?" WW said."Because he didn't shoot his wife and he didn't shoot me," Detective Olson said.WW had a sour expression on his face, obviously not happy with what Detective Olson just told. I had periodically struggled with bouts of guilt since high school, when I began to use masturbation to help deal with stress and insecurities. Back then, it was referred to as “abusing oneself”. I tried to stay busy and exercise to manage these urges, but when that did not work, masturbation (usually in conjunction with anal stimulation) became my “drug of choice”, as it were. I thought marriage would alleviate the need for this, and it did, for a while. But, compulsive, addictive behaviors. Anita licks her lips and absent mindedly removes her own bra – smaller boobs, but big nipples as hard as rocks.Carol peels off her panties, which are sopping wet, revealing a shaved pussy. “I always wondered if you shaved.” Says Anita. “I did it especially for today...” Confirms Carol. Anita removes her panties to reveal an unshaven, but neatly trimmed little bush of dark hair.They stand, side-by-side, naked, with the hairy dog looking up at them. Anita struggling to keep her eyes off Carol’s.