Soon we say our good byes and head out of the party.As we are walking towards car near the end of the street, I take out her panty and give it a long ...niff. I love her panties dripping with her juices. I can smell them all day long. We get to the car and before I open the door I push her on the car and crush her with my weight and let our tongues talk to each other. Her hands go in my jacket and clutch the shirt and pull me in. After few minutes all pumped up we sit in the car. She adjusts her. “Now you girl, the same if you please.”The poor young girl shook her head, but was too frightened to speak.“Come on, Mary, it will take but a moment.” Her mistress said, and leaning forward lifted her maid’s skirts.Unlike her mistress, the maid wore no underwear, and her naked cunt came into view. Davey noticed the portly man's piggy eyes twinkled at the sight, and he wondered how often he pleasured himself at her expense.“Well, sir, it would appear the ladies have no baubles hidden along with. Sandi would be the catalyst for the conflagration destined to consume the castle I had painstakingly constructed around my life. Traveling for business is not a lot of fun, particularly if you're on the road two or more weeks a month. Hotel rooms, even nice ones, become bland and eating alone is as socially exciting as removing a splinter. So after the fourth or fifth trip for this project I decided to ask an innocent (really!) question. "Sandi, I know you may be too busy, but I'm so tired of. She tried for decades to get her father to say "I love you." As far as I know he has never said it to any of his five children, though he says it now to his girlfriend in the nursing home.My wife wasn't able to put all that behind her like so many others. She grew up to be as repressed as her father. What's worse is that she had no desire to rectify what I saw as a problem but she did not. We stayed together for many years, decades in fact. I have to be honest, though. I was often tempted to.