Nothing like a dose of the mundaneto get your mind back on track. Or not.I managed to get through the night and next few days without too manyproblem.... I did catch myself watching the women at work and noticingtheir fashion more than their breasts. I won't say I didn't think aboutPaul, because I did. I won't say I didn't fantasize about Paul, becauseI did. I wish I could say I didn't call him, because I did.On Thursday night I had a small panic attack. Susan would be home onSunday and. When he asked about the inspection, she sadly realized that she could honestly say "same-same" and describe the lack of disasters.She hated even the hint of deceiving him like that, but his look of relief made it worthwhile.Soon she was relaxing by the pool, enjoying the company of her friends. For once, there were no plans, no dangers, nothing she had to deal with. She was just a teen, enjoying the pool with her friends.Well, most of her friends. Robin was down with MORFS, but there was. Did anyone ever look as good as this boy? I doubted it. I wondered what his cock looked like. I wondered what it would feel like sliding in and out of my pussy. My hand wandered down and went under my dress and rubbed my mound. I was already wet.Christ, get a grip on yourself Mary, he's a child for God's sake. As I watched him do absolutely nothing but read his book I tried to remember the last time that Phillip and I had made love. I couldn't remember. I fantasized that Rick would roll over,. She would just grab the towels without touching anywhere near the wet spots and then put them in the washing machine.It was a daily ritual that, like most such habits, could eventually be done with minimal thought. But things had changed. With each passing day, she found herself thinking about those towels, and their cummy wetness, more and more.On this particular morning, she carelessly grabbed a towel right in a spot that was still fairly fresh with his cum. (Perhaps it wasn't entirely.