“Oh Frank” she said softly, “Didn’t you know that the sense of smell is the best way to see if clothes are dirty or clean” which is somethin... I do but not necessarily for that reason. My mouth totally overruled my brain at this point and I blurted out, “Yes, Julie I did know that and often do that as well as wear them” I said and Julie looked half shocked, “What?” she said, “You mean you wear your daughters panties?” she said picking up the red thong again, I could sense the cog wheels turning. “I think she’s a sociopath,” I said.“Whoa,” Nicky finally replied. “Sorry I asked.”“Yeah, well,” I sighed, feeling myself sink in my chair. “I am, too.”This night was NOT going well. Thankfully, there was one more guest of honor arriving. In fact, her entrance had the place buzzing as a handful of fans actually recognized Liz as she crossed the room. Hell, I barely recognized the 40-something single mother of three. Her dress was a brilliant yellow with white trim, the better to show off her. I pulled up and thumped down in slow motion. She started enjoying it with a pinch of pain. I was overjoyed as of then I was in heaven. I took my waist to churn with my pole fully inside her glory hole.She bit my lips with a very seductive moan “sssss ummm” and started rubbing my back with charm. I was on her body like sausage inside hot dog bun.Now I did what I fantasize a lot, I went rough. I pulled my dick out and then put it back with force. After taking few shot like tha, sensory receptor. Although I wanted to be the one to initiate him into the deliriously wonderful world of gay sex, I decided that the best thing for him to do was to seduce one of his school buddies.After coaching him on the finer points of talking another guy into bed, he set upon his prey. The next day he excitedly came to my door bursting with his new discovery.“It went just like you said it would,” he effused.“So how did you like it?” I asked.“It was really fuckin’ hot but we didn’t know what we were doing.