I switched off the vacuum cleaner and poked the pile with the end of the hose, and as the little heap fell apart and separated, the items lost their a...onymity, and I could recognize each individual garment.They were all my own panties.I seriously doubted that my dad had taken up cross-dressing and from their scrunched up appearance it was evident that my panties were soiled. If I eliminated the possibility of another woman wearing, staining and discarding them under his bed, then my dad was. Woh dono baten kar rahi thi aur main coffee pina laga.Wife with Shobha on phone: Acha kab jana hai? Aj to mushkil hai, acha main puch leti hun.Uss ne Shobha ki call hold par kar di.Wife: Agar ap free hai to sham ko chale jayenge. Main ne aur Shobha ne kuch shopping karni hai. Aur fir hum raat wahi ruk kar kal aah jayenge.Itne mein mujhe WhatsApp par Shobha ka message aya.Shobha: Jiju ab apki adhi ghar wali apko bula rahi hai to no inkaar. Mobile ko abhi charge par laga kar bari mushkil se on. In the car, things turned out better than he could have hoped. Jillian couldn’t keep her hands to herself, except for when she was fingering her pussy. She told Dave that she was highly sexual and he didn’t really have to get a motel room, they could do it right there in the car. Even on it. Dave’s hands sweaty on the wheel, her hands inside of his pants and stroking his cock, he barely managed to pull into a motel parking lot. Jillian pulled her hand out of his fly, only to allow him to go in. I left a $20 bill on the pillow for the housekeeping staff and straightened up, though the only place that came close to needing it was the bathroom, due to my morning shower. I didn't make the bed.It had been close to forty years since I'd rented a hotel room myself, so all the fine print and details were new to me, including the fact that I was able to do some sort of instant checkout. Apparently they feel safe in letting you leave without a room check when they have your credit card info to.