I used one or two of them a couple of times a week. One Monday morning, as I was getting the dirty clothes ready for the washing machine, I discovered...a pair of my fancier sexy knickers in the bottom of the hamper, soaked with sperm. My 14 year old son Mark must be using my knickers to wank off!After I had placed all the clothing in the washing machine, I went to my bedroom and, laying down on the bed, started to play with my hairy pussy. When I was satisfied that the crotch of the knickers I. I pulled our cases with one hand while I held Karen's in my other. We went to the front door. I could tell she was nervous. As usual, the door opened for us without knocking.I said, "Hello, Mal. Is anybody home?" Mister Bradley. It's good to see you. You mother is here and as is Miss Marianne. They are in the den. They are expecting you. What should be done with the cases?"I said, "This one is mine for my room. Put Miss Monroe's in the guest room adjacent to my room. Malcolm, this is Miss Karen. Tonight it was face down in his bed, legs apart, reaching one arm under her hip to touch her clit. When she got off, it came in fast, lapping waves, and Keith answered the change in her posture by fucking her deeper and faster. Being in Keith’s condo also meant she got to be loud, so she tried to make the most of that. She’d never had the opportunity before, somehow, so she’d been just as surprised as Keith to learn she was a gasper/whimperer, with some gravelly cooing ‘ooh’s at the peak. I have tried a sneak anal attack when she's really lubed up but the frosty "Wrong hole darling" stops me.I often get up and go online to chat and/or explore porn sites. It was this developing interest which changed our lives.I logged on to a chat site and entered the usual ASl 40 M Sydney Australia. Immediately there was a response from Nakedrunner."Hi, I'm from Sydney, how are U going?" I replied quickly and settled down for a chat. The time passed quickly and soon it was after midnight..