I looked in the mirror only to see her worried face and replied, “Oh honey, something went in my eye.” I adjusted the mirror to hide her face and ...iped my tears.“I wanted to show Mama my progress card. Daddy, she will be happy, right?”“Yes honey, she is proud of you,” I replied.My mind was anything but rational. ‘What do I do next? Confront Carol? Tell her about her dirty deed, shout at her and divorce her.’ I looked at Sandra and felt a sense of helplessness taking over me. ‘What the fuck do I. Not that he bothered, she always had the knack and experience to surprise him in bed. And, well, if all pussies were alike, wouldn’t he be bored?She handed him a briefcase which contained his combat suit, weapons, radio transmitter and receiver, along with a GPS location tracker. He quickly changed with her help. In the privacy of the changing room he managed to slip two fingers into her pussy that was just getting wet. She prevented any more action that time but promised to make up for it when. "How exactly did we get on this subject?" she asked.It was late at night, and the window of John's dorm room looked out on a nearly deserted quadrangle. Five students were relaxing on the beds and chairs in various stages of fatigue and inebriation; a good-sized collection of empty beer bottles in the corner attested to the amount of celebrating that had already occurred. John's room would ordinarily have housed two students. But by some quirk of administration he had it to himself, and it had. Other than the wand, I see a small bullet, a large dildo with a suction cup at the end, and... a double-ended dildo? There is also a strap on (oh em gee), a paddle, handcuffs (holy crap), and what looks like a sex swing. I wonder if she has been laid since her husband died. Of course she has. Right?I head back to the office, feeling hornier now. "Did you get them all?" Yes, ma'am. I think so," I say."Find the one in my bathroom?" Oh crap. No." I turn to go back. She stops me."Laken, don't worry.