Concussions can be tricky things, you’re actually very lucky it wasn’t worse.”“I wasn’t going all that fast,” Natalie murmured, then added... “thank you Jeff, you saved my life.”Jeff looked uncomfortable. “Don’t mention it, I’m just sorry I couldn’t do anything about your car.” Natalie started. “My Volvo? How bad is it?”“Let’s just say I hope your parents have insurance.”This last bit of news was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and before Natalie could stop them tears were running down her. I hadn’t thought about that. But as soon as she mentioned my stepmom’s panties, it was so tempting to me. I pulled up my boxer, and with a huge hard-on, I slowly went to the bathroom.“That’s a good idea. Haha,” I said as I looked for my stepmom’s panties inside the bathroom. Besides the shower, few panties were left to dry. One was a light pink brief panty, and it had brown spots around the crotch area. I was so horny I picked that one and sniffed it. I could smell my stepmom’s pussy on that.I. But still, I needed to know who it was and when they were coming; I didn’t want them to be using it for drugs or glue sniffing or anything like that, and I didn’t want them catching me in the nude either! Although it was September now and opportunities for sunbathing were becoming fewer.So after some thought I took the wireless camera that I normally use to keep an eye on the drive from my office – I work from home - and hid it in the shed in the apex of the roof, at the back. Luckily the shed. She smiled, strode over to where I was sitting and offered her hand "Yes, and you must be Mr. 'Rain'" and we shook hands. "Call me 'Gentle' - 'Mr" makes me feel like a schoolteacher." She just smiled, and said "Happy to meet you", and letting go of my hands, said "Let me put some things away", picking up her bags and headed up the stairs. I offered to help, but she said "No, I've got it" and I watched her, appreciatively, as she headed up the stairs.My daughter hadn't really said much about.