He took my bag without waiting for my permission. He took out the money-purse from it. Then he took out the couple of white brassieres that I have bro...ght with me and put them on the bed. I was looking at the floor in utter shyness that an unfamiliar male was handling my inner wears. Now he took out a blue panty and waited sometime and held it in the air as if he was trying to guess how that little thing can hold my pumpkin like ass. Thankfully he did not look at me and then took out some. “Elaine, it’s not what you think.”I gave Stephen a questioning look, my embarrassment ebbing slightly, confusing creeping up on me. “What?” I asked.“It’s not what you think. It's odorless and flavorless liquid, it’s not... well, you know.”‘Oh my God,’ I thought with relief. ‘It’s not that, I didn’t wet myself.’“That’s never happened before?” Stephen asked. “You’ve ah, you’ve never done that?”I thought about this for a moment. “I guess I haven’t,” I said.“Come here,” Stephen smiled. He extended. Do what you have to do."I trailed Ron upstairs but took a detour to Mike's room. Peeking in, I saw the messed up bed and his clothes on the floor where he left them. Then my eyes opened wide. I ran into the room and grabbed my robe, throwing it under Mike's bed. And then it hit me -- my son hadn't come home. Sulking, I went to my bedroom and plopped onto the bed, physically tired and emotionally drained. I watched in silence as my husband put on a fresh set of clothes, feeling a pang when he. Marybeth broke the kiss and told Sue, “Rub my clit,” and resumed the kiss. I felt Sue’s hand next to mine, her fingers between the folds of Marybeth wet snatch, as I fingered both women.Marybeth moaned, and broke the kiss, and I pulled my fingers from both of them. I raised them to my mouth, but Marybeth stopped me, taking the one that had been inside her and feeding it to Sue as she licked the other. “Let’s move to the bed,” I managed. The women lay down on their backs, and I got on my knees.