My dad and my mom got divorced when I was in my 3rd year of college and so, I get to live with my mom.My dad isn’t such a bad guy, but I don’t kno.... Something happened and there was a huge fight that led to the divorce.So after I got back home, my mom woke me up every day and prepared different varieties of dishes just for me, since I had not been with her for the past couple of months.She was so proud of me and I loved my mom. To give you guys a brief description of my mom, well she is now 46. You’ll have this leverage over me, if you just help me.” At this point I was finally starting to cry. I just sat back on my heels and put my head down. You could only tell I was crying by the drops falling from my face and a jump every other moment or so.“Hey.” I looked up. “It’ll be okay. I’ll help you.” Then you leaned down and kissed me on the forehead.“It’ll be okay, babygirl. I’ll make everything okay.” You spoke in the sweetest voice that was so soothing, I stopped crying and relaxed in. I have been harboring this little fantasy of letting her catch me sniffing her panties. So the other day I notice she was wearing her striped cotton panties, and I knew she had worn them for two days. I was so excited to sniff them when she changed. I was hoping she would hit the shower soon so the panties would come off and be changed. After doing the dishes and vacuuming the rug, she headed for the bathroom. Our home has a modest sized bathroom and i could hear the water turn on...i was now. ‘You have done good and made me proud. The girls must hear about this.’ Angie complimented him. ‘Thank you, that means a lot coming from you.’ Nick said sincerely. ‘You’re welcome. Now go home and call me when you get there.’ Angie told him as she got out the car. ‘You’re trying to get rid of me, aren’t you?’ Nick asked as he put the car in reverse. ‘It was something like that. Don’t forget to call me now.’ ‘Don’t I always call you when I get home?’ Nick asked as the car rolled back down the.