I couldn’t wait to smell her panties this morning, knowing she had masturbated in them, imagining her sweet juices soaking into them. I went to make...breakfast and cool down.I heard the bathroom door open, Chloe cross the hall and return to the bedroom. “Don’t come in,” she called, “I’m getting dressed. I’ll have Weetabix and orange please.”As usual I headed to the bathroom, but nothing. Of course not, she wouldn’t put her knickers in my aunt’s laundry. Oh well, will have to wait ‘til later. I. It would be six weeks before she could have sex.As she looked at his coworkers Carmella realized that they were just as bad as Will. She could not bring herself to sleep with any of these men. Then the phone rang."Hello Stan nice to hear from you. No your brother that asshole is not home. He is probably at some titty bar. He hasn't held his son for one second yet. He doesn't care about me or the baby."She thought: "I married the wrong brother Stan is such a nice guy. Nice responsible and he. "I mixed us two pitchers and placed one in the small fridge. I found two large glasses, a silver tray and carried the refreshments over to the oversized soft leather couch that dominated the living room. Esther's drink was nicely chilled by the time she returned, but I felt searingly hot when I saw what she now wore."Like it, lover? Judging by your gaping mouth, I guess you do," she smiled. I handed her the martini and she took a small sip. "Ummm, that is the best vodka martini I have ever. We heard giggling. The door closed and I couldn't make it all out but I heard Brad distinctly say "69-ing." We giggled too about the intrusion, but we didn't let it deter us from finishing. Natalie came and I came in her mouth; she swallowed.We relaxed for 15 minutes while I fingered Natalie. One thing I don't remember is why we did not have sex, but I do recall that we did not have intercourse. I do know that we k**ded (and hoped) they would open the door again, and we decided that this time.