It was early morning, somewhere around 5:00 a.m. We had been up all night talking about her experiences and looking at her pictures. “Can I stay to...ight?” I asked. “I want you to stay. I want to spend more time with you. I want to get to know you. I want you to know that despite what I have told you, I am a normal woman, with normal sexual desires.” She looked so sincere, like she really wanted me to understand. Then she let out a little laugh. “Well, maybe not that normal. I do have a high. The washing! Why hadn't I thought of it before? So a new regular treat, a daily visit to the washing basket to find Mum's most recently discarded cotton panties, still boring plain and cotton, but with a new dimension, her aroma! Oh, the memory of the first sniff, the discovery of heavenly delights in the gusset! The thrill of delving into the dirty washing pile, retrieving her knickers, opening them up and turning them inside-out, holding the crotch-piece to my nose and the long slow inhale!. Dad"I managed to get to bed without waking up the twins. I had just settled in when I heard someone come in the front door and come up the steps quietly. I confirmed that it was Andy returning from Jake's party when he slipped into his room adjoining mine. My poor brother was in for a raft of shit in the morning when he saw Dad.I slept as late as I could on Sunday morning, hurried through a shower and grabbed a bagel on the way out the door to church with the family. Andy looked a little worn. Bob reached down to cup her butt in his hands and tugged her dress, until it got bunched around her waist. Then he picked her up and sat her on the relatively new looking Hotpoint washing machine next to the sink. He lifted her shirt over her head and gazed at her firm breasts for a moment before arching down and taking the erect nipple in his lips. His fingers rubbed there as his lips sucked on. Soon he opened his mouth wide and took the whole nipple and the areola inside. The fingers still.