" It's not like that, Lauren."It's okay, Lulu. Let her out, that sissy inside you. You only liveonce."Yes. But evidently, you can die a thousand times...* *On Saturday night, Chad finally got laid.But it wasn't by Lauren.It was by me.For a man who thinks of himself as straight, for a married man who hadonly been with women, it was a shock. Chad had come over, and he hadbrought wine, and I had served them. Chad and Lauren spend most of thenight whispering and giggling.I was doing the dishes,. Then, “Okay, sit.”I keep my hands on the two walls of the corner and lower myself down. I touch his tip with my starfish and try and slide lower. I am too tense, I need to relax. I can feel him stretch and reach for his coffee. I am still struggling with opening up. He stretches again, puts his coffee back on the windowsill. A bit annoyed – I hear him sigh. Grabs me by the hips and slides in fully (Aaah! baptism of fire!).He gets his coffee again in the same familiar stretch. I waste no more of. These panties were one of those comforts. As I said before, they were a gift from your dad way back when joy filled our hearts. No matter how bad the world seemed, I was magically transported to a better time and place when I put them on. At least that was true until you destroyed my dreams. Ever since that day when you stole and soiled my panties I have not been able to put them on. Without my dreams life with your dad has gotten a whole lot more difficult. Should I blame you? Probably not but. The door swung shut and he greeted me and kissed me on the forehead before entering the main bedroom. He smelt terrific, as usual and his scent made me feel a little lightheaded. His scent that had me lusting over him last time we met, it's always his scent that gets me first and I'm like putty in his fingers.O looked me up and down and let out an approving grunt as he grabbed at his big cock lying dormant in his trousers."You wanna see how excited that hot bubble butt gets me in them panties?".