On some days, I barely get a chance to even text her, so she understands.As I said, I didn't think much of things at all. I'm not suspicious, and my H...ather is hardly the type to pull any subterfuge. It wasn't until I was catching up on 2 weeks of laundry, that I saw she had only worn only her sexiest thongs during the 2 weeks, and her summer dresses, and super tight yoga pants were in the hamper.Knowing what I know now, I would have at least done a sniff test, but I am the trusting husband,. She pushed me away and said no thanks . I said but what about this as pointed to my dick as it bobbed with each heartbeat. She laughed at it and said jerk it. She said I'm going to shower take care of that while I'm in there. I picked up the pantyhose and sniffed the crotch as I jerked my dick. When I was about to come I shot my load into her pantyhose. The next morning I again watched her getting dressed but this morning it was thigh high stockings and a thong under her skirt. I asked if she. This could be the answer to all his problems. He had no family, no girlfriend, no regular friends, and a dead end job at a Holiday gas station that barely kept a broken roof over his head. He had no prospects, nothing to look forward to, nothing to brighten his days. And that situation did not look to be changing.He read the ad again, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, he smiled.That morning, he’d used his employee discount and bought one of the cheap little phones sold by the. Thinkyou can handle me?”“Yes,” I said, not quite sure yet.We kissed. She moved her hand over my crotch, feeling myraging erection. Slowly she unzipped the fly, and kissedthe head of my cock as it sprang out of its cage. Thenher silken lips encircled the head, and slid down mylength, her tongue fluttering the scrotum on each pass.I felt I would lose my load in and there, but shestopped and looked straight into my eyes.“I like it rough…”“Good,” I.