But she needed a plan.Her plan was this; let her supply of clean and dirty panties run out, so that he would become desperate and have to ask for the ...air she was wearing. Then make out like she was in a big hurry, on one condition, only if he would take care of it right then and there, in front of her.My wife stood behind her bathroom door putting on makeup and getting ready to impress Kip, I had left for work and it had been three days since any fresh panties had been available to Kip. Stacy. I sat with a bunch from IT. Sod's law played, one of them happened to be a very keen cyclist. Half and hour of advice on what I did wrong was not what I needed.As I came back to my office, Myra was there, talking to Carole. I only caught one phrase from Myra as I approached the open door, "I can try and have a word with him, if you think it will help. He might talk to...". No prizes for guessing what that was about.I closed Carole's outer door and turned and looked at them, "My ex-wife of four. I grabbed her ass, she didn’t pull away. Stand there, now open your legs, she did so but not wide enough, WIDER I demanded. Face me! Mrs Brooking stood directly in front of me as I sat in the chair, legs apart. Now don’t fucking move unless I tell you to do so I said. I placed a hand on the inside of her nylon thigh at the hem of her dress which was level with her knees. Slowly I ran it up under her dress along her nylon thigh reaching her satin slip, then higher to her panties and pussy. She. I was never m*****ed but very well loved in a very loving family. Please read it and commit to me on it and pardon the many errors of good grammar. That day started out like many of them had with Mom licking my little slit and I sucking and licking just the head of my Daddy's big cock. I was an only c***d and was home-schooled so I had all the attention I needed from my Mom and Dad. My sexual training had started when I was just two years old and Mom and I started to play with our special parts.