Hehadn't seen her all week and knew that his mother was avoiding herso he wondered what was up now. Something made him hesitate therein the dark and h... stood and watched Caroline go in the back doorof their house.Sensing something, but not knowing what, he decided to very, veryquietly enter the house. Maybe he could find out what was goingon. Mom was mad at her for last Friday night and he was curioushow this was going to fall out. Ever so gently he opened the backdoor into the kitchen. . ”Josie shook her head slightly at the memory.“I get how protective you are of them, Ren, I do,” she said, reaching out her hand to touch his arm again. “They’ve been put through the wringer with all Helen’s done and you don’t want anything to make it worse. I don’t either. And right in that moment, I knew I couldn’t lie to her.” She paused, staring up into his eyes again, which were now as watery as hers. “I do love you, Rennie, very much. They love you. I love you. We all love you. That’s all. I wanted used panties. Lucky for me, they kept their dirty panties in the hamper in their bathrooms. So a lot of the times, I would just rummage through their dirty laundry to find some used panties of theirs. I would then have one pair up to my nose, sniffing their pussy juices while I used their bras and other panties to jerk off with. I would shoot my loads of cum in their crotch areas of their panties and put them back in the dirty pile. A part of me always wanted to get caught by them, in. I did not like dating nice, wholesome girls; I liked slutty girls. I didn’t want Mrs. Jennings to be a slut as much as I wanted her to loosen up when it came to sex. I was seventeen years old so what did I know about turning a woman into a whore? I wanted her to say things like fuck me and use slang terms for my penis and her vagina. By her previous orgasms and the way she clung to me after I had my orgasm, I knew she enjoyed herself a great deal, I just wanted her to admit it and talk.