Ian, of course, did not tell his wife that the 'work' involved fucking the pub landlady, so he set off from home after moaning about, 'bloody Cyril bu...gering off and leaving me things to do'.Pat eagerly awaited her lover and she was again in the black nightdress and nothing else when Ian arrived. There was kissing and arse groping and cock-squeezing before they went to the bedroom. Ian followed Pat into the bedroom and caressed her large tits through her nightdress as he kissed her neck and. ”Mom just smiled at me. I took that as her approval so I said, “You looked so good climbing that ladder. Your butt twitched and those panties rubbed against your pussy. The smell was fantastic. It was much better fresh than when I had smelled your panties the next day in the clothes hamper.”Mom pulled me to her and gave me a big hug. I felt a tear against my cheek. Mom said, “Your father used to tell me the same thing when we were first married. I would have to hand him my panties right after I. We agreed to be open enough, if indeed we were bold enough, to put our most secret desires on paper. It didn't mean they would ever be realized. It was a built-in failsafe perhaps, just because Carol or I had a desire or wish, didn't mean it would be the others. Nor that it would ever be fulfilled. It might in fact remain forever within the realm of our "fantasy jar" as we now called it. But it was also to be understood, don't put in the jar what you don't want to happen either.Seeing her. "Good, I'm glad you like it. I made it with you in mind for not only your power but your accuracy" he said."Well I will certainly appreciate it. Thanks" I said.I skated around a bit before the buzzer came to end the free skate and packed it in. I took off my skates and put on some shoes and went back to the coach's office to see if he was in.A voice called to come in so I opened the door and walked in to see Fred and Frank talking to a couple of other people, another man and a woman."Oh, sorry.