The other night (while we had the house to ourselves) she approached my about her panties. " What are you doing with my panties?" she said. I played d...mb for a bit, then figured I would confess, although I know she is aware that I sniff them...I reminded her of the night a few years ago when I confessed that I had a fetish for her panties. She said she vaguely remembered, but wanted to know more. I told her I was not cheating on her and that I just really enjoyed sniffing her panties,. Her mom didn't like the situation, but couldn't or wouldn't put a stop to it. Crystal felt badly about that, but gradually came to feel that Bill had the right to make love to whomever he pleased as long as he paid all the bills. Crystal later came to feel that if her mother didn't like it, she should divorce him and go back to work. Later still, Crystal's attitude was that a sexy sixteen-year-old daughter has every right to compete with a rather plain, middle-aged, slightly over-weight, mother. She came home just to have casual talk with my mother. She was wearing a yellow colour salwar kameez which was fitting to her body perfectly her as and boobs were looking good in shape felt like grabbing her and but could not as my mother was around. Meena looked at me and smiled so did I. I purposely got dressed and said I am going out mom hearing to this Meena also said ok I will also go and sleep now for some time and walked out in 5 minutes.I also left and saw Meena had left her door opened. It’s been three weeks, and she’s sick of my excuses for not calling the VA.“I’ll call them,” I promise for the umpteenth time.“Call me when you’ve had your first appointment,” she tells me as she slams the trunk closed.“Dammit, Karrista. Don’t take my daughters from me!’ I plead with her.“Did you know they’re scared of you?” She asks me, looking me calmly in the eyes.I take a step back, pain lancing through my heart. My girls, my baby girls are afraid of me? I’ve never hit them, unless you.