But this was the exact opposite of unpleasant—it was heavenly. At first, I only smelled them, and then I’d rush back to my room to beat off. Event...ally, I realized that she probably had enough pairs of underwear to not recognize that one was missing. So, I started to take them, and basically d**** them on my face as I took her smell in, and I would have some really great orgasms by myself. Then, I got stupid, and I would start keeping my favorite ones. It wasn’t long until she noticed that her. “You feel that, that means you are doing a good job”. She said half in gasps and moans. “Take my bottoms off now”.That did not take me long to ‘follow’. I reached up and got hold of her waist band and pulled her pajama bottoms and panties off in one motion. There was her pussy in full view of me. Better than last night. I could actually see what I was doing and what it looked like, and it looked wonderful.I slowly reached out and touched her again. She jerked a little so I pulled my fingers. How long ago was it now? I really have no idea. Ever so long...Joe! I still think of him but I am so busy. Days go by before I spare him a thought and even then his memory has totally lost its vividness. It's dulled, as if I'm anaesthetised. It is like seeing a tiny image of him which gets smaller and fainter, smaller and fainter each time I think of him. All my waking hours are full: wash, run, gym, fuck, do academic work on my data, do housework, wash, lick, suck, sleep and so on the next. My wife sent me a message saying the plumber had arrived some time in the mid morning. She was happy that he had arrived early and not in the afternoon, but that was all I heard from her.We have a security system with cameras both outside and inside the house, so after a couple of hours I logged on to check what was going on. The camera in the driveway showed a van with a Plumber sign on the sides. So I knew he was still there working.I switched around between the cameras and suddenly stopped.