She sat there on curb and sighed. She didn’t want to break it off with Tim, but she didn’t want to go through life with some guy who would end up ...earing wife-beater t-shirts, swilling beer all day, and living from paycheck to paycheck. She knew he wasn’t like that right now, but the future was a scary thing and decisions made now were ones that she’d have to live with for the rest of her life. She believed that she was going to have to make a very distasteful decision soon; a decision that. Here I was with work friend panties smelling them while she was in the next room. I wondered how often she and her husband fucked; maybe she had fucked her while wearing these panties.Right at that moment I was aware that someone was watching me, I hadn’t heard the hair dryer go off, there was Mary standing in her towel looking at me.“You like those?” she asked. I looked at her very embarrassed and said yes. She stood there in that short towel just covering her large meaty thighs, the towel. She could taste her sex on his mouth mingling with his own and it made her whole body ache. She could feel his manhood pressed against her, still so hard. Then, readjusting his hips, he entered her. She gasped as he entered her, she was very tight but so very wet and so very willing. She bit deeply into his shoulder to keep from screaming as he held her close. Matching each thrust of his manhood with her hips he quickly started to feel the pressure mounting within him... a few more thrusts and. . what... ?" Amanda, did someone make your bra break like that?"The relief that flooded over her made her feel giddy. She uttered a short, nervous laugh. "No, of course not! Nobody attacked me." You'd... you'd tell me if someone did, right?" Frank said, his voice cracking. "Please, tell me you would, so I..." So you what?" So I could do something about it!" Frank said, his voice near shouting. "Dammit, I'm your father, I should know about these things! I sh-should protect you!" I don't need any.