One day as I went into the bathroom I opened the hamperto see her sheer red panties from the day beforestaring up at me. I grabbed them and sniffed he...essence. Next thing I knew I had a ranging hard-on and I had puther panties on my head so I could lick her sweet driedjuices from the sheer fabric that was my wife’s panty. I pulled my stiff cock out of my pants and started tojack off as I licked her panties on my head. I was inheaven as I lapped at the sheer fabric my wife wearsbetween her. The good times, the bad times, the sad times, the glad times. They all came to me again. Not like an image. No, not like that at all. Too clear. Too poignant.It was as if I was living them again briefly. I could feel my lips move, my body react. I could smell smells. Feel feelings. They went by.I was ten. We were in our apartment in the Bronx. My dad was drinking. Drinking hard, like he always did. He was screaming at my mother. She was screaming at him. I was cowering in the closet. I was. 38 buster finally came out of me 8 whole minutes we were stuck together with my curtains still open. After I got free I sat on my toilet and just watched this waterfall of cum seep out of me for what seemed like forever, I came back to bed buster was already semi asleep and he made me sleep in his doggy cum wet patch but I didn’t mind that, in the morning I researched what had happened and it is called a dog knot we had knotted together in my bed for 8 minutes that first time, after that night. ’ Slowly, Helen drew a hand down her face, eyes closed. ‘You’re right. I’m sorry, it’s just been a really long day,’ she finally admitted as she let her gaze fall to the menu in front of her. ‘Probably half dreaming is all. Uh… could I just get the stuffed potato? And coffee. Definitely coffee.’ She smiled apprehensively at the waitress and was relieved to see the excuse had been accepted. The waitress smiled cheerfully, wrote down the order and breezed back towards the kitchen, the swinging.