I had even sealed them up in zip-lock bags to preserve the scent. I also dated them.My wife watched me as I walked over to the bed and picked up the s...xy orange panties. They were slightly damp this time and they had a very definite feminine odor. I inhaled deeply. As the aroma filled my nostrils, blood filled my penis.Our ‘afternoon delights’ were becoming quite regular so it was no surprise when I tossed her on the bed and started removing her clothes as she cooperated fully with my every. She was mostly worried whether others were watching them, but they were at a dimly illuminated spot, and far away from the ear-shots of the nearest pair. He ignored her and continued to play with her boob. He went from one to the other.“How far do you intend going?”He was getting annoyed. “Look here Bitch. Stop playing games. You started it and I will decide when to stop. Okay?” He looked at her face intensely. She started to cry. Tears started to run down her cheeks.Just that moment, her. They turn to see Sam coming through it. And she isn’t jumping through, guns blazing, but flying through as if she were thrown in. She hits the ground hard. It takes her a moment for her to pick herself up. Spencer attempts to move forward to help her, but the sound of shifting rifles stops him. He watches as his partner shakes it off, expecting her attacker to come barreling through the window at any moment. But it doesn’t happen. There is no attacker. She nods and pulls out her gun, firing it. What the fuck am I going to do now, she wailed in despair and started sobbing hysterically. We were 19 years old, sophmores in college. I was not 100% sure, but I was raised to do the right thing.I held her in my arms and said "I love you very much, I want to take care of you and our Baby. Susan will you please marry me?"She did not answer and kept right on crying. She looked miserable."How could this happen, I can't have a baby, I just can't." But she was. Susan and I are both Catholic. So no.