‘How did you… I thought you lived… I mean… ‘ My finger goes up to your lips, stopping your words, and I whisper, ‘I told you it would be s...ecial.’ Then I go down on one knee in front of you, my hands roaming lightly over your thighs. Your breath catches as my fingers find the elastic band of your panties, and I begin sliding them down, making you lift your ass up momentarily. As I tug your panties down across your knees, and then off of your ankles, you squirm in your seat, and I can tell that. I loved surprising my husband. Smiling to myself, I spread my legs and rested my head back. I heard the rustle of shoes, belt, and shirt being removed, then the zip of his pants as the dropped to the floor. His lips quickly found mine, as I his tongue entered my mouth, his fingers reached for my inflamed clit.This was a pleasant surprise, as my husband never was one to think about my sexual pleasure. I moaned into his tongue as he slipped a thick finger into my wet slit while his other hand. She made this face like she was going to throw up, said 'You're gay?' I just nodded and said, 'Yes, I like boys.' It was the first time I'd ever said that, even to myself. Really, I'd just said it to make her leave me alone, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I really wasn't attracted to girls. It didn't take long for the whole school to hear about it after that. I think she probably had a lot to do with that.Things were a little strange for a while until people realized that. I quickly grabbed the lotion on the sink and started to beat off. This is where the morning ritual began. After 2 years this wasnt enough i needed more so one day while she was at work i decide to sneek into her room which was always forbiden. I looked into her dresser, her closet and even her night stand and found nothing but sexy thongs and bras . I was about to give up when i thoought about one more place under her bed. There was an enormus box under her bed and when.